She didn’t even acknowledge me, like I was just part of the furniture. I folded my arms, tapping my fingers against my elbow to keep myself from saying something I would regret.
Mr. Hale didn’t push her away, but he didn’t exactly look thrilled either. His face remained neutral, though I noticed the slight tick of his jaw, like he was holding back some choice words. "Mia, it’s late."
"Exactly why I wanted to say a proper goodnight," she purred with a pout. Then, as if suddenly remembering my existence, she turned her gaze to me, her expression screaming I-don’t-know-why-you’re-still-here-but-leave-already.
"Don’t mind me," I let out, forcing a bright smile. "I’ll just… head back to my room."
Mr. Hale eyes flicked toward me, and just as I was about to take another step toward freedom,
