Chapter 8 Dinner and Tears, Worst Match

"Where's Freyja?"

Frigga asked, taking a bite of her food. She was used to her children's absence, but in dinners like this she wanted them complete. There's only two of them, missing one is like a big gap left on the dinner table.

"Sister is flat out drunk at noon, heard it from one here. I went to her room and brought caffeine, asked her to come down and eat but er..her hangover gave her a heavy head that she cannot even lift her head from the pillow."

Freyr said with a frown on his face. Of course just like her mother he wanted to bond with his sister. They were close growing up, and he had stories that he wanted to tell—decision making problems that he wanted to ask Freyja for advice. She had always been the best on that part, and always called on the right things to do. Hard to admit but he cannot fairly decide which he leans comfortably on his sister as his pillar.

"My, so she already had fun with her friends? Not that I blame her, she's always around clients."