|Enrique Lorenzo Vasquez|
“What did you do to her?!”
I grimaced when Isabel’s heavy hand landed on the side of my arm. My brows automatically furrowed at what she had just done. I shot her a glance, glaring in her direction. But of course, as the second-highest royal in the country, why would she suddenly feel intimidated by the looks I was giving her?
“I did nothing,” I said and rubbed the part of my arm where she hit me. I don’t even know if this woman remembers her etiquette and she’s suddenly behaving like this.
“Then why does she look so gloomy, Enrique! I remember that she became depressed when the two of you got back to the Palace last night!” she blames.
I gritted my teeth as I remembered the sudden change in Mirrielle’s behavior. Isabel was right. Mirrielle suddenly went
