94.

She was the mysterious and weird one among the others. If I could choose the sister I loved the most? It would be Hera. Although she doesn't need to hear it from me. And she must have an idea it is her which is why she derives pleasure in messing with me.

"I've seen your wife. She is pretty. We didn't have time to talk as Mother once again took the spotlight." She sighs gently. I barely heard anything as she gracefully sat on the three seater opposite me.

"Dalia? Yeah.. she is pretty.." I trailed off as a flash of her disappointed face ran through my mind. I should apologise to her later.

Hera snaps her fingers, bringing me back to her. "You like her! I thought the things you said was for show,"

I shook my head. "They weren't for show. I truly admire her.."

"..and like her." Hera completed for me in amusement. "Mother hates her already and father? I am sure he is already scheming something wicked."

I subtly shuddered at Hera's words. She was right. Father would be plotting something