ANABEL'S POV
"f**k," Cierra said as she repeatedly stomped her feet against the ground.
Her reaction immediately caught my attention.
For someone who had spent the last hour acting calm, composed, and righteous, she suddenly looked completely different. The mask she always wore seemed to have slipped for a second. Her face was twisted with frustration, and her hands were clenched tightly by her sides.
"This was not how it was supposed to go. Why didn't he just do it?" she muttered.
The words were mostly directed at herself, but I still heard them. The frustration in her voice was obvious. For a moment, I frowned.
Before I could think any deeper about it, she took a slow breath and closed her eyes. It almost looked like she was forcing herself to calm down. Like she had realized she h
