Caroline's POV
“I’ll order first, if that’s okay,” Cerene interrupted suddenly, her voice soft but insistent as the waiter approached our table. She gave him a weak smile, like even speaking was a huge effort.
I leaned back in my chair, waving my hand gracefully. “Of course, sister. Go right ahead.” My tone stayed calm and polite, but inside I was already counting how many pity cards she was going to play tonight.
Peter glanced at me, but I kept my expression neutral, sipping my water while Cerene placed her order in that delicate, breathy way of hers. When the food finally arrived...the steaks were sizzling, sides perfectly arranged...
Cerene pouted her lip, letting out a small gasp. She reached into her bag, pulled out her inhaler, and took a dramatic puff, holding it like it was her
