JASMINE'S POV
Once I had left the presence of the Queen, I took in heavy breaths.
I could hardly believe what had just happened.
It seemed the Queen had mistaken me for someone else.
Although the queen looked extremely beautiful, her face was sad.
One I wish I could take away from the woman.
The other woman with black hair had called the Queen mother, which meant she was her daughter.
The other girl with fire-red hair, just like mine, referred to the Queen as grandma. I believed that was Princess Coral's daughter.
I had met the entire royal family, all except the King.
I had heard so many things about them: the good, bad, and ugly.
But I had never heard that the Queen had lost one of her daughters.
Since I also had red hair, it made sense why the Queen saw a resemblance.
Maybe her daughter had red hair.
I felt pity for her.
I sighed, and then I went on with my chores.