Flora stepped out of the car, slamming the door a little harder than necessary. Her mood was far from pleasant, especially after seeing her sister arm in arm with a prince. Prince Gabriel, of all people.
"What could he possibly see in her?" she muttered under her breath, storming through the living room with her heels clicking sharply against the floor.
"Miss Flora," the housemaid called gently, appearing from the hallway. "Your parents are asking for you. They're upstairs in their bedroom."
Without a word, Flora made her way up the staircase. She paused just outside the master bedroom door and knocked lightly. "It's me, Flora."
"Come in," came Samyra's voice from inside.
Flora pushed open the door and stepped in with a humble smile. "Good morning, Mom. Dad," she greeted sweetly.
"Have a seat, Flora," Samyra said.
Flora sat down on the lounge chair across from her parents. She wondered if they found out about Amelie too.
