"Hilla, I am going to die."
Hilla picked up Margaret's video call and heard the wail. "What's the matter? Are you unhappy at home?" she asked worriedly.
Hilla knew that Orlenna had sent Margaret back to prepare for the wedding since it was approaching. The Andersons had lots of things to do.
Bruce was not in the company. Orlenna was even busier. There were also two babies to take care of. More of the wedding matters were waiting for Margaret, the bride-to-be, to decide.
After all, it was Margaret's wedding. Even though she wasn't very fond of marrying Julian, yet every woman had some sort of expectation of their own wedding.
"Orlenna doesn't care about me at all, okay? She threw me to Julian. I am now a fish on the chopping board, a canary trapped in a cage, a princess immured in the palace..."
"Are you with the Julian?" said Hilla, sounding relieved.
