We are on the opposite side of Carrdon's mansion. The sound of colliding utensils is hardly audible. The whispers of the night wind filled the moment of silence between me and Angelica.
She's staring at me, measuring how and when she'll start talking while I am looking back at her, waiting.
Her eyes are blank. I cannot decipher what she's thinking. She made a sigh before talking after a minute of silence.
"I already talked about this with you before, Sheina," she crossed her arms over her chest as she directly stared at me.
"Talked about exactly what, Angelica?"
"You should have listened to me..." her tone of voice is a mixture of warning and mocking. I eyed her curiously as my forehead formed several thin horizontal lines. "You know to yourself that he's not for you," she scornfully
