Nova and Savannah stood face to face, their eyes locked in a silent battle of scorn. Nova maintained a composed demeanor, while Savannah's lips curled into a disdainful smirk.
Nova broke the silence first. "What are you doing in front of my door, Savannah?"
Savannah didn't answer immediately. Instead, she peered around the house, her eyes taking in every detail. "I'm glad Bentley hasn't made any changes to this room. It will certainly give me the impression that he's giving you special treatment," she remarked, still standing outside. "I still wonder why he decided to keep you upstairs instead of downstairs."
Nova's expression remained neutral, though she felt a pang of irritation. Savannah continued, her tone dripping with condescension. "But I’m no longer bothered by your presence. Be
