Ivan's POV
Mia did not join us for breakfast. Zenia took her food to her room. I was beginning to wonder if bringing Zenia was a mistake when Mia did not even join us for lunch. What was worst was they did not even eat what they cooked at home. They ordered pizza from outside and munched on it. She was giving direct messages that she was protesting by eating her food with a lowly omega maid rather than with us, her royal husband, and royal in-laws.
However, when I was leaving for the meeting in the evening, Mia finally came out of her room. She was wearing formal clothes paired with high heels. She looked as if she was going for some corporate meeting.
"Where are you going wearing that?" I asked, curious.
"I don't know. You tell!" She replied in a quirky voice.
Zenia caught up to he
