Salvador's Queen
I said through gritted teeth.
“Oh, Alice,” she said, not even bothering to get up from the couch. “I see you’re still wearing that old thing.”
I looked down at my robe, feeling embarrassed for a second before realizing that I didn’t care. “It’s comfortable,” I said, shrugging.
Liam’s father, Mr. Salvador, was sitting in an armchair, looking uncomfortable. “Good morning, Alice,” he said, smiling at me. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine,” I said, smiling back at him. “Thanks for asking.”
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