Florette's POV.
The minute the lady leaves, a sigh escapes my lips as my chest tighten in regret. I look back in the direction she went, contemplating going to apologize to her. I shouldn't have been rude to her. She is not the one I am annoyed with, neither is she the one who ruined my name on the press. There was just something about her fake smile that put me off in the moment, but still...
My thoughts are interrupted by the low chuckle that I hear from the man in front of me. I turn to Zavian to find him staring at me curiously with a smile on his face. His brow is raised, lips set in a smirk that could come off as impressed. I try to stop myself from glaring at him and rolling my eyes. No matter how angry I am with him, I'm still scared of this man.
"I never took you as the sass
