“…I’ve been calling you Mom and Dad for decades now… Why haven’t you been pleased when I say it?” grumbled Ian.
“…What, are you seriously jealous of your sister?”
“Your father’s right… You can’t be petty around family…” added Yasmin, leaving Ian speechless. So now that he had brought Xavia home, he had lost their favor, huh…
Just looking at their interaction brought a smile to Xavia’s face. Back when she was with the Lockharts, she had never been able to experience such familial warmth…
Truth be told, before they interrupted her, she had wanted to tell them not to make things too difficult for Zivon. Now that she had witnessed this interaction, however… she simply couldn’t find the will to do so anymore…
Either way, she slept peacefully that night, and she only awoke at eight. Barely even a minute after she had gotten out of bed, two maids walked up to her while saying, “Good morning, Miss. Your bath will be prepared in a few minutes.”
“Are you in the mood for any particular color today, Miss? We’ll be sure to coordinate the perfect outfit for you.”
With how enthusiastic and polite the maids were, Xavia couldn’t help but feel like she was an empress standing before her servants… And since she wasn’t used to being treated this way, she ended up awkwardly replying, “…I… can coordinate my own clothes… Thank you for the offer, though…”
“Um… We’ve been told to serve you as best as we can, Miss!”
“Indeed! If Mrs. Frankston finds out that we haven’t been doing our jobs, we may get fired!”
…There was no way out of this, was there? Following a sigh, she simply allowed the two maids to give her the best that they could offer. So this was how the royals lived…
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