Taking a single bite, the woman quickly spat out the apple. "Why is it so sour? Molly, how did you pick this apple?"
The maid, Molly, looked terrified. "I'm sorry, Miss Liliana! My eyesight must have failed me."
"I'll let it go this time, but don't let it happen again." The woman shifted slightly in her seat. "My back feels uncomfortable."
Molly immediately moved behind her and began massaging her back gently.
A woman this pampered could only be someone raised with the constant attention and affection of a prominent family, developing a "princess syndrome" of sorts.
"Molly, how much longer until we get to S City?" she asked impatiently. "I'm exhausted from this flight!"
"Miss, it's estimated to be another six hours."
Hannah let out a huff, her gaze briefly complicated before a small smile surfaced. "I wonder what S City looks like now."
