Amelie stopped slowly upon reaching the main hall. She saw her parents and sister greeting the Queen, who was warmly welcoming them. Seeing her own parents felt strange. Because she had completely detached herself from them.
"Amelie, come here! Your parents have come," Mabel said, turning slightly toward her.
She walked to them and with half-hearted expression, she greeted them.
Samyra embraced Amelie with maternal warmth, gently caressing her back.
"The bump is starting to show," she said with a tender smile. "Are the symptoms getting worse? How are your mornings these days?"
"Not worse. They are usually better," Amelie replied softly, managing a gentle smile. Her eyes shifted toward her father. "I thought you would be arriving in the afternoon or evening."
"Her Majesty was kind enough to send a private jet for us," David responded gratefully.
Amelie's gaze moved to the Queen, who stood a short distance away, her expression poised with a faint, graceful smile.
