FIFTY.

IRIS'S POV.

My smile did not weary nor quiver as I made my way majestically towards Queen Verma at the other end of the room. The Princesses and their maids stared.

I saw Paula rake my body and scrunch up her face in disgust.

"What is she doing here!"

She hissed through clenched teeth. Her mother in law turned to whoever Paula was referring to and her eyes widened at the sight of me. She leaned in towards Paula, a very plastic smile forming on her face.

"Be nice...."

Then walking towards me,

"Iris! Darling how have you been. And don't you look dashing this morning?"

I marched her fakeness with an equally fake smile and enthusiasm. The damn woman hasn't spoken a word to me after her son's unforgivable attitude towards me, didn't even bother apologizing or finding out how i was doing. And now she wants to play all nice? Let's play this game then.

" Your highness.."