Chapter 104. Spoilt Sisterhood

The day went by, and my father reached out to me. He would be coming to pick me up for dinner at the King’s family house to meet my mother and sister officially.

I didn’t want to dress up, so I slipped into my favorite hoodie and a comfortable pair of jeans—the standard attire for a day when I just wanted to feel like myself. It wasn’t like my biological mother hadn’t seen me before, or my difficult sister.

Standing in front of the mirror, I assessed my reflection. The hoodie masked any hint of the baby bump that was slowly making its presence known, leaving me looking like my usual self, except for my paler-than-usual skin, which seemed to stand out more than usual.

Lost in my thoughts, I was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Come in,” I called out, not bothering to check who it was. A young man entered and informed me that my