Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 126

“Of course not, sweetie,” Vivica said with a beaming smile. “Your hands have never had to do a day of hard work. I wouldn’t dream of letting you help in the kitchen. Go on out and wait.”

“Okay, Mom,” Honora said.

She left the kitchen and sat quietly on the sofa, watching Larissa and Sapphira laugh and chat as they ate. The hatred in her eyes intensified with every passing second.

If it weren’t for Larissa, she could have been the one enjoying these peaceful, happy mornings with her family. Her father, Paxton, would have doted on her; her mother, Vivica, would have adored her; and her two older brothers would have spoiled her rotten.

But in the short week since Larissa’s return, everything had changed. Larissa had destroyed the beautiful life she once had.

“I will not let her get away with this,” she vowed silently.

…

Half an hour later, Vivica and Leopold emerged from the kitchen, each carrying a steaming bowl. “Larissa, come, I made you some of my special restorative broth. Try it and tell me what you think.”

Larissa and Sapphira had just finished their own breakfast. Larissa patted her full stomach, glanced casually at the piping hot bowl in Leopold’s hands, and said dismissively, “Just put it down. I can’t eat another bite right now.”

Honora added quietly, “Mom, Larissa and Aunt Sapphira have already eaten.”

Leopold saw Larissa’s satisfied expression and his temper flared. He slammed his bowl down on the table.

“It’s alright, it’s alright,” Vivica interrupted, patting away the steam from her own bowl as she set it down. She pushed the fuming Leopold forward. “Larissa, your father already punished Leopold last night. He made him kneel and write a ten-thousand-word apology letter, just for you.”

She pulled a thick stack of paper from her pocket and held it out to Larissa, her face plastered with a warm smile. “See, Larissa? Leopold wrote all of this. He truly realizes he was wrong. Can we please just let the matter of the evening gown go?”

“A ten-thousand-word apology?” Larissa took the stack of paper and, without even glancing at it, tossed it into the trash can beside her feet.

“And that’s supposed to be enough? Aunt Vivica, have you even considered what would have happened to me at the reception last night if I hadn’t proven my gown was authentic? I would have been ridiculed by everyone in Regal City’s high society and despised by my grandpa. My life in the Judson family would have been ruined from the start.”

She let out a cold laugh. “And now, Leopold writes a letter and expects me to forgive him? I don’t know if you all think too highly of yourselves or too little of me. Besides, you claim he knelt while writing it, but who’s to say he actually did? Why don’t you have him do it again, right here, on his knees, in front of me?”