Clara decided to break the ice and prevent suspicion. She pasted a bright smile on her face, but the fear remained in her eyes.
"Alexia, hello."
Alexia tilted her head, becoming more confused and suspicious, "You never smile at me, Clara. If you did, it was either a smirk or venomous as hell. What changed? And why are you so beaten up?" Alexia pointed out, just as Ace entered with Clara's luggage.
Ace was saying something, but he paused when he saw the stare-off between Alexia whose eyes were hard, but confused, and Clara who looked like she'd like the ground to open up and swallow her. The tension in the air was so thick, it could be cut with a knife.
He went to Alexia and chuckled brassily, draping his arm around her shoulders and shaking her slightly. She took no notice of it as she
