The cold wind blew even more that made me nervous, while furtively looking at Andrea. The dinner had already started and I never once caught her looking at me. I mean, I didn't notice anything strange in her actions.
You're just being paranoid, Nicole.
"Ahmm, it's just that... I don't like her," Nicole replied in my mind.
How do you feel?
"Feels, nothing. But smells, poignant."
Poignant?
"Smell of a rotting corpse."
I immediately dropped the spoon I was holding with lasagna in it. Fortunately, it went straight to the plate in front of me. My arms were on the table that was why it didn't go directly on the ground.
Suddenly I was taken aback because they were all watching me.
"Is there a problem, Alliyah?" Brent asked worriedly. "Isn't it delicious?"
I secretly sneered and wante
