Angie stared at Ivana Bennett for several seconds before finally snapping back to reality.
"I knew it… I thought his voice sounded so familiar yesterday. Turns out it was His Majesty!" Her tone in the first half was still somewhat casual, but as she said the words "His Majesty," her voice suddenly jumped several decibels, "I was talking to… the… the King?!"
She had a conversation with the King, and standing right next to her was the Queen!
Oh my god!
Oh my god!
This must be a dream. This can't be real.
Angie raised her hand and pinched her face hard—twice.
Ouch, ow! Not a dream!
"Manager… no… Queen!" She ran over excitedly and grabbed the phone. "I absolutely have to take a picture with you! Then I'll share it on Instagram, share it everywhere… Oh my god, my manager turns out to be the Queen…"
Seeing Ivana's expression, she suddenly realized something.
"Manager… I'm sorry… I-I didn't mean… What I meant to say was…"
