Kiara pov
Now I took my last miserly article of clothing, and then I stuffed it in the bag. I placed on my bed behind me was Bryant's grandmother eying me down like a hawk.
I don't think that even the airport security was going to be as harsh as her.
"What is it that you just put in there?!"
She demanded to know and then I took out my underwear bag and opened it. She looked at it with utter disgust and kept that face even as I kept it back.
"You can't blame me for being cautious…" she said, her voice less sharp but I would be a fool if I could not tell that she was mocking me right now and, because of that, I didn't smile along with anything she said, and I just kept my face low and away from her look of disdain that she had constantly painted on her face whenever she saw me I can't t
