TIARA THORNELLS
“Tiara… Are you okay?” Peony’s voice called out, concerned.
“Dad! I think Tiara’s drunk!” she exclaimed, and the whole conversation around the table came to an abrupt halt.
“What? That’s strange… She’s only had a few glasses and she’s out already?” Mr. Lucas said in disbelief while chuckling. “Back then, she could handle five full bottles and still stay on her feet!”
“Maybe she’s just tired, dear,” Mrs. Betty said gently. “They did travel a long way just yesterday…”
I could hear them, but my body was heavy and my eyelids were impossible to keep open. Drowsiness and fatigue crept in fast, it had been a long evening, and we’d been in the kitchen for hours.
“Where’s Tiara’s room? I’ll take her there,” came Prince Zatan’s deep voice.
“We’re sorry for the trouble… Please
