Hertha was scrolling through her news feed when her jaw nearly hit the floor. Without wasting a second, she scrambled for Thalassa's number and called her up, ready to give Lysander a piece of her mind. Just a few days ago, Thalassa had been telling her how Lysander had called off his engagement with Rosalind, and how it wasn't Lysander who had kicked Thalassa out of the Royal Estates. The misunderstanding was cleared, and Lysander even confessed his feelings to Thalassa.

And now, Lysander was announcing his engagement to Rosalind?

Was he just playing games with Thalassa?

Men are dogs. Not a decent one in the bunch!

Hertha, panicking, tried calling Thalassa, only to find her phone was turned off.

That couldn't be right; Thalassa never turns off her phone.

to Thalassa's place and rang the doorbell for what felt like an eternity, but no one answered. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website

and Hertha's

a homebody. Now, with no reason to visit the Royal Estates, where else could she

fear through Hertha. She kept ringing the bell,

was bad. Really bad. When someone who's usually reachable suddenly isn't, it's always a bad sign. Pacing anxiously at Thalassa's doorstep, Hertha was

a name popped into her head. There was only one person she could

grievances had to be set aside. Finding Thalassa was

she blurted out, "Thalassa's gone missing! I'm terrified she might do something stupid. I can't find her anywhere.

tears. Thalassa was her best friend, her only true friend in this world, and she

had grown up without a father and had never known a father's love. Now in her thirties, even though she had reconciled with

Thalassa's beloved mother had passed away three years

taken

alone, with not a soul in the world to call her own,

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