Helena was momentarily stunned when she saw Bruno with Triana. She gritted her teeth, her hands itching to strangle Triana to death. But she hid her anger and loathing under the façade of a sweet, smiling face.
"Welcome home, Triana." She approached her, spreading her arms wide to hug her. But Triana turned aside, crossing her arms across her chest.
Helena’s smile faded straight away. She pulled her chin down, feigning to be hurt. "I know you are mad at me," she murmured, her voice shaky as if she was about to cry. "I’m sorry, Triana."
Triana rolled her eyes.
"Anyway, you must be tired. We can talk later." Helena waved to a servant and commanded, "Show Triana her room."
Triana was too lazy to watch her drama. She strode away in a hurry, the servant trailing behind her.
Helena glanced
