SERENA'S POV
“Hmmm?" I was surprised she, of all people, would ask me that question. I didn’t know how to reply while still clutching the pink and white dress in my hand.
As if just noticing the dress, she quickly walked over and snatched it from me, flinging it onto the bed.
“Don’t touch that!”
Raphael entered at that moment.
“Izzy, what are you doing? I said I’ll sort it,” He frowned, arms crossed, standing between his aunt and me.
Who was he trying to protect? Me?
Oddly, I didn’t feel the hostile energy from his aunt was directed at me.
“Well, I don’t see you sorting anything, Raphael.”
Her eyes scanned my outfit, and she jabbed a finger at me.
“You even let her put on one of your whores’ clothes? What the hell is wrong with you? I didn’t train you to be so..so disrespectful,”
