Chapter 46

I was on the verge of tears. I knew Yelena meant well and was showering me with affection. But the problem was—I was allergic to mango. Still, I couldn't reveal my true identity, so I had no choice but to take the dessert with a forced smile. "Thank you, Mom." I placed the mango crepe on my plate. When Yelena wasn't looking, I quickly transferred it to a napkin I had prepared earlier, pretending I had already eaten the crepe. "That was fast," she exclaimed. I wiped my mouth with the napkin, trying to look natural. "Yes, I was a bit hungry," I replied sheepishly. Yelena didn't tease me and even offered to get me another piece. I quickly stopped her. "Don't trouble yourself, Mom. I can get it myself." Seeing my insistence, she relented. I slowly sipped my coffee and surveyed the pastries on the table, trying to decide what to eat next. Just then, Juliette spoke again. She must have felt humiliated during the flower arrangement, so she was now trying to redeem herself. "I don't kn