Carla's POV

I sigh.

Moving on to do some basic personal stuff while checking the time for the thirty minutes time to come up so I go to meet the queen and we start the breakfast preparation. "What if she asks me about my past life and where her son has gone, what will I tell her?" I begin to question myself in my mind although I promise myself never to get more anxious than normal because of this.

"Hello mom," I call out as I get into the kitchen which was shown to me yesterday, even while walking along the hallway. In this part of the old close friend,...