It was true that Minnie was a maid. Her family had served the Royal Pack for generations. Hence, Minnie's first memory in this world was already tied to work—work for the Royal Pack.
Because Minnie was around the same age as Lynsandra, she had been stationed to stay with the princess.
That was how the two of them became like sisters.
That was right.
In Lynsandra's eyes, Minnie was more than just a maid—others might call her that, but Lynsandra never did. Minnie was her sister. And if anyone had ever treated Minnie horribly, Lynsandra had always been quick to protect her, regardless of rank or consequence.
"Lizzie, aren't you in a good mood?" Minnie hummed as she turned slightly in her seat to look at the driver. "I was worried when I heard about the selection, but it seems…"
She trailed off, studying Lynsandra more closely before narrowing her eyes.
"You're glowing," Minnie said flatly. "Are you having threesomes?"
"Huh?" Lynsandra blinked.
