I sat on my bed feeling depressed again. Why did I yell at Poppy? Why did I let him leave? I have a lot to regret about how our last conversation went; it was far from what I had imagined. Sylphiette told me to meet her in the duke's office, but I was not interested at all. Why couldn't she speak to me elsewhere? I don't want to see the duke; he better not be there.
I groaned as I forced myself up and walked to the door. I strolled through the hallways, ignoring all the heads bowing respectfully.
"You don't see her as your child, so why do you care what happens to her?" I heard Sylphiette's voice just as I was about to open the door.
"I never said I don't," the duke replied. I knew they were arguing about me. Why do they bother? It's not like it would change anything.
"Well, you don't treat her like your child," Sylphiette argued. That's true. If I weren't a twin, I'd think that the duke isn't my father.
"Say what you want," he said quietly.
