Amanda
Beta Lucas seemed taken aback by my question, but he sniffed and clicked his throat as though trying to compose himself.
"I wouldn't want to be the one to tell you what to do," he said, locking eyes with me. "But rest assured," his arms held more firmly onto mine, his gaze convincing, "whatever decision you take, I'll always support it."
He turned toward the door, and just then, three maids and a guard walked into the room, two holding trays of food, while the third carried a pile of something that looked like expensive clothes because of the glittering substance that shimmered in my eyes. The guard carried a large table just sizable enough to fit the two trays. They set them down, bowed, and left.
Confused, I turned to Beta Lucas as a grin appeared on his face. But he didn't say a word. Instead, he gestured for me to follow as he led me toward the table away from the window, while Kate followed behind.
