Let's Start A Bakery!

Chapter 82

Following the impromptu tea party that had only cookies, dinner arrived, and to everyone's surprise, Mrs. Abbott didn't show up.

"Well, I for one am glad she's not here," Lionel said, jabbing his fork at his salad.

Everyone nodded, and Lionel continued.

"I hope she leaves this house and never comes back. It's not like we need etiquette teachers anyways. Our normal tutors can take care of that stuff."

"Obviously not if you're still eating like that..." Rex muttered under his breath.

Lionel caught that comment and glared at Rex, opening his mouth to make another comment, but Kira beat him to the punch.

"Are you going to marry the prince, Corvalia?" she asked, staring at me wide-eyed.

"Maybe in the future. Very far in the future," I replied. "Besides, I don't think the engagement is even confirmed yet."

"I want to meet the princess," Kira said, looking down at her food.

"So do I! Maybe we should wear our matching dresses that day."

She nodded, grinning happily at me, and I smiled back.

Dinner ended without Mrs. Abbott making a single appearance, which we all appreciated.

Rex followed me to my room afterwards, asking, "Can I talk with you for a few minutes?"

I let him into my room.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"Do you have any dreams for your future?"

I blinked at that question.

That's a pretty deep question to be asking someone so young!

"I'm not really sure..." I answered out loud, although deep down I knew the real answer was to start a bakery.

"Well, you don't need a solid plan right now. Just give me an idea. What kind of life do you hope for?"

I gave it some thought, trying to decipher why he was asking this question.

"I guess... I want to be happy, and live together with the people I care about. And I want to be able to have fun with them for the rest of my life, and take care of those people so they are also happy."

Rex closed his eyes in thought, and nodded.

"Okay," was his only response before he turned to leave.

I stopped him.

"Why are you asking me that?"

He hesitated, before replying.

"You're still too young for me to be telling you why."

"I think I can handle it. I've proven my maturity, haven't I?"

He turned around to look at me again, not yet answering, and just shook his head.

"I'll let you know in the future," he promised.