Phillip smirks, having heard what Dion just said.
“Okay, miss. Let's go. Back to your room to stare at the trash some more,” he ushers Charlene to get up.
She looks appalled, leaning away from his approach. “I wish to stay right here.” She looks at me pleadingly.
“I highly doubt that,” Phillip muttered.
I hold my hand out as he begins to take her arm to force her up, signaling for him to stop. “No, no.” A sinister thought pops into my head. If she wishes to stay, she should get to enjoy the show as well. “Dion, my love. I have my dearest cousin in the room with me and she does not wish to leave. I am unsure of what to do. She has already made complaints about us being ungracious hosts.” I drawled my voice to exaggerate my words. It's something Charlene's father taught me to mask my
