The day was supposed to begin peacefully. It should have.
But... of course, Liliane von Hohenberg's life never knew the meaning of the word "peace."
I was enjoying my breakfast in peace—I mean, three plates of pancakes, two croissants, a bowl of fruit, and honey tea that for some reason tasted best when drunk after the last bite of a pancake.
When Dominic, my handsome but utterly anti-fun older brother, began his morning court session.
"She has been far too busy these past few days, Father," he said in a tone of complaint like a kindergartner who lost a toy. "She often comes home late in the afternoon, and even stayed out until late last night. I don't know what she's been doing."
I looked up with my mouth still full of pancake.
"All of this... yum yum... is for Brother Max's birthday preparations," I replied, waving my fork. A crumb of pancake tragically flew into the air, drifting towards Dominic. What a pity, it missed.
