Mayank also agreed with her. "You will go to the palace tomorrow and decline this matchmaking."
Maira immediately spoke up, "Dear, why are you saying this? If our daughter wishes to pursue Prince Veer, then let her try. Maybe they could end up together."
Reeta opposed her, shaking her head. "Sister, this marriage isn't good for Pari. That prince is quite ruthless. He will definitely mistreat her."
Niya chimed in, "Sister, if you want, we can find another match for you. That prince is not suitable." She scoffed inwardly, What does this fool think? That she can win his heart?
She had worked tirelessly to charm Prince Reyan, the most naive person she had encountered. When she learned that Pari, whom she viewed as inferior, had a chance with Prince Veer, jealousy stirred within her. Why should this girl, whom I see as lacking so much, be engaged to a prince? Every strategy she knew, she employed to win Reyan's affection, and ultimately, she succeeded.
I will never allow her to have a better life than mine. She should know her place.
Her father's voice shook her from her thoughts. "No matter what, you will obey my wishes."
Pari, feeling increasingly defiant, replied, "Father, you should be happy that your daughter has a chance to enter the royal family. Your status will rise when both your daughters are married to royalty."
Her father let out a cold laugh. "Do you truly believe you can marry him? We shall see if you can pull it off."
Pari met his gaze with determination. "We shall see."
With a disdainful glance, her father turned and walked toward his room, Reeta trailing behind him.
Niya dismissed Pari with a wave of her hand, thinking to herself, This girl thinks she can marry Prince Veer? He is the most powerful and handsome prince, and even I can't get close to him. Who does she think she is? With that, she left the room.
Feeling the weight of the situation, Pari went to her own room—a place that felt ordinary compared to the luxurious surroundings of her adopted sister's quarters. Just as she settled in, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she saw a familiar, cheerful girl.
As she searched through her memories, she recognized this girl as her personal maid, who was loyal and dedicated to her every decision. Her name was Lily.
"Miss, I'm so relieved you're okay!" Lily exclaimed. "I was worried sick. I can't bear the thought of anything happening to you!"
Pari smiled at her and appreciated the warmth of her concern. "Thank you, Lily. I'm fine. But I have a question for you; just tell me the truth."
Lily nodded earnestly. "Of course, miss."
Pari then asked, "Why is there such a difference in how we're treated compared to that adopted daughter?"
Lily's eyes widened in surprise. Her master had always referred to Niya as her sister, but today was different.
"Miss, I…" Lily hesitated, unsure of how to respond without crossing any boundaries.
Pari softened her tone. "You can speak freely, Lily. I trust you."
Encouraged by her master's words, Lily took a breath. "It's just that Miss Niya has always been favored due to her skills and connections. It isn't fair, but…"
"It doesn't matter," Pari interrupted gently but firmly. "I want to change that."