Chapter 55: The Great Misunderstanding!
“That’s a bigger mess than I thought!”
I figured being a Count would mean you had some fancy-shmancy status and loads of cash, but boy, was I wrong!
“I refuse to eat this!”
“Aida, there are folks outside who’d sell their shoes for food like this! No more fussing!”
Aida, my little sister, tossed the bread away like it was a cootie-covered onion and burst into a flood of tears, while our dad, Count Bradley Somerset, gave her the dad stare of doom.
I took a peek at the grub laid out for us, thinking maybe life in a noble family looked like a party compared to regular folks.
On the table was a soup that looked like it came from an ancient artifact and bread that could probably be used as construction material.
Honestly, even a toddler would turn their nose up at this feast.
Determined to tackle the meal, I tried to dunk the bread in the soup, but just as I ripped it apart—
Crack!
Did I just hear the sound of a tree trunk breaking?