-Isabella-
When I returned to the table, I tried my hardest to appear as if everything was perfect, as though I hadn’t just been attacked by a crazy lady in the bathroom.
“Where is the queen?” I asked as I sat down in front of Lily, who was focused intently on her phone.
She looked up and scanned the restaurant. “I’m not sure. She suddenly got up, saying she had to check something.”
I glanced down the restaurant, hoping to catch a glimpse of the queen. What could have made her leave Lily alone? Those two seemed almost joined at the hip.
“There she is,” Lily said as the queen entered the restaurant and walked back to our table.
She didn’t look very happy. Although she often wore a neutral expression, today her worry was clear. As she stopped in front of our table, I could see she was
