Chapter 9 --9 Confidence or pretense?
"That's a good amount. What are you planning to buy with that? Dresses? Jewelry?" Sebastian paused.
Elliana had his full attention now, and the latter looked at her feet, unsure if she should tell him the real reason. The memories of Miss Zoya mentioned that the prince would kill her before she would be able to utter a word.
Elliana has known the prince for what? 24 hours? What if the prince really has a temper and kills Miss Zoya? She has no one in this place to call an acquaintance.
Elliana hummed and nodded at herself, feeling satisfied with her thought process.
"It's a wedding gift," Elliana blurted out, the first thing that came to her mind, and Sebastian quirked his brows.
"Wedding gift? For who? Your family?"
"Me," Elliana ran her tongue over her lower lip to wet her chapped lips.
This won't do. Elliana narrowed her eyes. She should act confidently rather than being nervous 24/7. She clenched and unclenched her fists before she looked up at the prince daringly, her eyes confident and full of zest. Sebastian was taken aback by her aura once again.
"I will be asking for more gifts in the future. I hope it's fine with you. You said you don't want others to have the impression that you treat me badly, right? You are royalty. I am royalty. You should know what kind of expenses girls have," Elliana stared back at him.
From her last conversation with him, she figured he wanted to keep her alive. The reason could be anything, but that was a fact. Or judging from how annoyed he gets and with his monstrous reputation, she would've ended up in that alligator's pond or 6 feet under the ground already.
She was done living like a mouse all her life. It didn't get her anywhere anyways. The only thing it brought her way was misery and humiliation. If she hadn't been so hung up and desperate about finding her biological mom, she would've never stayed in the palace for so long, at least not after the last time they punished her before going to prison, where she almost got molested.