Reyceria swept her arm across the table, sending the food basket crashing to the floor, and sneered, "What grievances could you possibly have? Grandfather has given you the best food, the finest drinks, and the most comfortable clothes. Everything you have comes from the family! It's not like we're killing you; we're just asking you to marry someone!"
"I truly regret having a sister like you. If our parents were still alive, they would be ashamed of you too!"
"..."
Florecia bit her lip as she looked at the ruined food on the floor, her fingernails digging into her palm until blood was drawn.
Despite understanding how her grandfather and brother saw her, she still felt an unbearable sadness when her closest family treated her so coldly.
Reyceria said, "There's no need for an engagement ceremony, and there isn't much time left. You will marry on the first of next month. That way, Duke Kelly will feel secure in coming to aid us."