Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 18

She held up the shopping bags. “Uncle, may I come in?”

Neville studied her for a moment, but seeing nothing amiss, he nodded. “Of course. Come in.”

“Thank you, Uncle.” Honora smiled politely and followed him inside. She gave Sapphira, who was watching from the sofa, a sweet smile. “Aunt.”

Sapphira gave a curt nod in return.

“Uncle, which room is Larissa in?” Honora asked.

“The middle room on the third floor,” Neville replied.

“Okay, I’ll go give these to her now.” Honora then headed upstairs with the bags.

Sapphira watched her go, a worried look on her face. “Larissa doesn’t like her. Maybe I should go up and check on them.”

“Don’t worry,” Neville said. “Let Larissa handle it. She’s smart. She can take care of herself.”

Sapphira hesitated but relented, picking up her tablet again. “You’re right. Speaking of which, we do need to get Larissa some clothes. I’ll contact a boutique and have them send over photos of their latest arrivals.”

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