Church

Althaia

“You promised me, Althaia!” Cara scowled.

“I did no such thing!” I mirrored her expression.

I was in Cara’s room, helping her pack her bags since she was going to stay with the Bellavia family to plan the wedding. Actually, she was packing while I was laying on the bed, just flipping through a random magazine I found.

Since it was a good few hours between the residences, it was easier for her to stay there instead of constantly going back and forth. And now she was trying to make me go with her.

“Yes, you did! Remember when we went out for brunch, and I told you I needed help planning the wedding? You told me you would be happy to help since you’re staying here for a while and have nothing to do, anyway.” She insisted.

I stopped flipping through the magazine as I tried to remember when I had said that.

“Are you actually trying to implant a fake memory into my mind?” I looked at her accusingly.

“No.” She avoided looking at me.

“Yes, you are, you sneaky little bitch!” I