CHAPTER FORTY-SIX - Elope with WHO NOW
Here we were again. I sighed as I looked at a familiar shiny bald head and triple chin. Duke Feet was staring at me. "...what?" I asked, and Duke Feet sighed, pulled out a blank check, and then placed it on the table, and slid it toward me with two unbelievably chubby fingers.
"Whatever it is, go. Live your life, child." The duke said flatly, and my mouth fell open. "Huh?" I echoed, and the Duke's chin wobbled. "Go. Elope with that boy."
"THAT WHO?!" I screamed, dropping the blank check. "That red-haired scoundrel." Duke Feet scoffed, and my mouth fell open. "Oh my god! No! Plae! I have better standards than that!" I gagged, covering my mouth, and Duke Feet raised an eyebrow. "You've changed, Amaria." Uhm yeah. Maybe because I'm not Amaria? "Uhm, sure. But… Why'd you think that?" I asked, changing the topic, and the Duke looked at me. "You smile whenever you're with him." ???? Ewwwwwwwww no, what's your definition of 'smile' to be saying that? "Uhm, its nothing like that," I said nervously, and the Duke shook his head.
"I still mean it. Go live your life."