Chapter 297 Royalist-Diner

LUNIS

Marce and I stopped chuckling. Prisca really had a way of making sure that the atmosphere was dampened.

I pursed my lips, keeping my eyes on the mop water rather than her smirk. "Let's go, Marce," I muttered, turning to leave the room, but before I could take another step, Prisca blocked the door by flicking her perfectly curled hair.

"Did I hear that right?" she asked, feigning surprise