Rachel
"You never told me that Brandon is the prince! Oh no," Maris whispered, shaking her head
"Well, you should have asked," I said, and laughed.
"You should have let me know. I don't need to ask about that, you know," She groaned, and I didn't stop laughing.
We were both walking down the road to the palace since my mother had given me the permission but meanwhile, Poor Maris felt uncomfortable. She didn't feel like going anywhere anymore. She suddenly stood walking and I turned to her.
"What is the problem?" I asked, and she sighed deeply, her eyes down.
"Are you tired?" I asked.
"No," She answered, and sighed again.
"Then, why are you acting this way?" I asked, coming closer to her, my eyebrows knitting.
"I don't want to go with you anymore," She moaned like a little baby, ki
