"Will you stop pouting already?" pleaded Elara to Lydia. She took her eyes off the road for a second to peek at the princess slouched in the passenger seat, head glued to the window, staring at the passing view.
"I know you want to leave as soon as possible, especially after meeting Victor yesterday, but I don't want to leave in a rush like that," said Elara as she navigated the long, winding road that connected Hinch to its neighboring city, Brent. "Trust me, when it comes to packing your stuff during a long travel, it's best to take your time and do everything as slowly and methodically as possible. That way we won't miss or forget anything important."
Lydia knew what Elara said was true. But she couldn't help but feel upset. After all, delaying their departure meant increasing the risk of running into Victor again. Being in this kind of annoying dilemma pissed her off even more. That was why she didn't say a word.
