Elara's POV
My eyes widened as I took in the scene. Mum was rummaging through my stuffs, she had not noticed my presence until i yelled at her.
"Mum! What are you doing?"
Mum looked up, a bit startled, she hastily adjusted the hem of her shirt and struggled to compose herself. "Elara." She called out my name.
I clutched my towel tighter and raised a brow at her. "Why are you going through my stuffs?" Deep down, I knew the answer to my own question but I still wanted to hear what kind of excuse she would dish out.
"I-I I was actually searching for something of mine." She stuttered.
I scoffed at her in disbelief. "And what would that something be?"
Mum rubbed the back of her neck and bit her lower lip before responding. "My makeup!" She chuckled nervously. "I was wondering if you
