“You want Angela's permission?”

Lia asked with a questioning brow, her magic ward pointing at Angela.

“I know why, she's the Queen!”

Liya gasped.

“Isn’t the king superior to the queen?”

Her sister whispered back.

“That's true”.

Liya agreed.

Antonio eyes were on Angela, trying to lead her body language, but it wasn't clear whether she wanted him to stay or not. He wondered if she was still angry, she didn't give him a reply.

Then Angela said slowly and stood up to her feet.

“I will go make lunch”.

Angela tried not to meet his eyes.

“Can you please stay with the twins while I make lunch, Mr. Antonio?”...