Chapter 89

Queen Anne and Seraphina were both laughing and chatting when I walked in. Once they spotted me, they high-fived each other and burst out laughing.

“Good morning, Queen Anne.” I slightly bowed, even though aware that Clinton would be angry with me had he been here.

The Queen's gaze swept over me, a look of disgust on her face. She ignored me and tapped Seraphina on the shoulder, and she began complimenting her, ignoring me like I wasn't wasn't before her.

I inhaled and walked past them, inwardly reminding myself that I needed to steer clear off them.

I was unpleasantly surprised when I walked to my room. Unlike the other day, I had found my luggage in front of the door. But this time around, there was a written note pasted on the door.

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You're no longer an occupant of this room. All your things have been moved to where you belong. You'll find them in one of the guest rooms on the other wing of the house.

— Queen Anne

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