Peter's POV
"C-Chloe?" I blinked many times and I even rubbed my eyes.
"Well, I wish I'm her." She grinned as she came near me. When the lamppost reflected her face, I realized that it was Ella, not Chloe. However, it is hurtful to see that she's trying to copy how Chloe dresses up.
I closed my fist because of too much anger building on me. How dare she tell me things like this? Is she insane?
"Leave."
"What if I don't?"
"I will hit you even if you're a woman."
I can see her chuckle and smirk. She folded her arms and she smiled at me like she's never threatened at all.
"As if you can do that." She said, in a challenging tone that's pissing me off more and more.
"Ella, please. Are you really out of your mind?"
"Maybe." She pouted her lips as she took a glimpse of our front door. "
