It had to be a trick, was the first thought in Sienna's mind. Nobody in their right mind would request to be hit, otherwise. She had offended the princess and then her uncle came to visit and asked to be hit! It had to be a trap.
Sting raised his chin, and gestured with his fingers. "Come on, hit me with your best shot. I am curious to know if all the rumors surrounding this pan have any truth to them. The brand's value has gone up significantly since you started wielding the cooking tool like a weapon."
Shalin put the pan in Sienna's hand. Sienna blinked, looked at the pan which was still greasy from frying what smelled like eggs. She looked at Sting--golden mane, smirk on his arrogant royal face, muscles flexing like her was auditioning for Mr. Universe. Then, she looked at Ali, who was bouncing up and down like a cheerleader at a sports event. All that was missing was a pony tail, cute outfit and pom poms.
