The Johnsons’ house.
Amelia Johnson was chilling on the couch, watching TV, when the sharp sound of heels echoed through the hallway—each step sounded like it was stomping with fury.
Only one person in this house stomped like that: Sabrina Johnson.
“Seriously, sis, you went way too far today!”
“What did I do now? I saw you from afar and even waved. You’re the one who flat-out ignored me. That kinda hurts, you know,” Amelia said, sighing as she shot her sister a mildly hurt look.
Sabrina grit her teeth. “Cut the act. Don't tell me you weren’t the one who told Chloe Hughes to come over.”
“What would I even get out of doing that? She’s got her own legs; I don’t control where she walks,” Amelia replied nonchalantly.
Sabrina sneered. Yeah right, like she’d buy that excuse
