Zenovia

Marisha did not exactly answer my question, but she just dragged me towards the lifts, and we got into one.

“You haven’t had breakfast yet, have you?” she asked with a wide smile.

I looked up at her, since she was almost a head taller than me. She wore gold-coloured high heels that were obviously expensive, while I wore the golden flat sandals that went well with my printed red-and-gold floral dress. A pair that Maksimillian also bought for me.

I shook my head.

“That’s great! I wondered when I could talk to you.” She smiled sweetly.

“Y-you knew I was in Maks’ room?”

She chortled that startled me...