Chapter 10 - The Sick Diana (2/2)

Trisha called herself a person shunned from society, but that was not the Trisha that Diana knew. She didn’t understand what was happening–was Trisha bound to become as timid as her?

“Diana, are you alright? Should I call a doctor if it hurts that much?”

A memory of Trisha flashed through Diana’s mind. It was hard to believe that Trisha was originally this girl. In her past life, Tricia was full of life, running around the imperial palace without a care, always looking at the bright side of things.

Trisha seemed to suddenly spring in between Lucas and Diana at any given time. Even during dinners, they would share touches filled with mischief under the table. If it was something they do secretly or if it was asking for Diana’s attention, is yet to be uncovered. Most of all, when Trisha was doing things, such as whisper in Lucas’ ears when they are sitting beside each other, she looked as if she were showing off how she had more power than the Empress.

“No.” Diana said curtly.

“Oh, okay. Can I go see the national wedding, too? I’m your friend, so if you could, please send me an invitation. I think it’ll be a lifetime honor.”

Friend, friend, friend. Trisha’s popping voice jarred Diana’s nerves every time she uttered the word. It’s like a magic spell where she can be excused for everything she does.

Because she’s a friend, she was with Diana on her honeymoon. As a friend, she also formed a friendship with Diana’s husband. And as a friend, she also took Diana’s place with her husband and laughed openly at her demise.

“Then I will just have to watch from afar. I wanted to see you become the empress. It’s like a dream come true.” Trisha insisted.

There was nothing to give to Trisha now. Diana snapped herself back to reality and slowly opened her lips. “Trisha.”

“Do you need anything?”

“Please be quiet.” Diana said firmly. I’ve always wanted to say this.

Watching the abominable sight of her smiling delightfully and putting her hands on Lucas’ shoulders, she wanted to say, “Can’t you shut up for a moment?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. You are sick and I was making too much noise.” The naive Trisha Blanc answered gloomily. She has never felt this dejected.