*ALORA*
Esme also noticed the tone of her daughter’s voice.
“Ellie, what’s wrong with you?”
Ellie eyed me, stared at my outstretched hand and then stormed off.
Esme quickly apologized.”I’m so sorry, she must be tired from the flight and all. Please forgive her manners.”
I frowned, that definitely didn’t seem like being tired from a flight.
“It’s okay.” I beamed at Esme knowing very well that Ellie wasn’t just tired and cranky.
She hates me.
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And I got to know why when she walked up to me at the living room later that day. I was seated, still going through my script when she came over to stand in front of me, she clapped as if announcing her presence.
I glanced up at her, squarely.
“Do you love him?” She asked, coldly.
I huffed. “Do I o
