FRANCISCA’S POV.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. I didn’t want to believe that my vision was intact when the pair landed on my long-time enemy. I felt anger surge from within me, and it took a lot of strength to compose myself and act like I didn’t want to end her at that moment.
I watched her settle on the sofa. I noticed the look of disgust she had on as she did, taking a look at the sofa again.
That proud wench!
Always thinking she was better than everyone else.
I thought and rolled my eyes in absolute disgust.
“What do you want?” I asked her out of pure irritation by her presence. I wanted her to get her words out fast and leave.
“I should be the one asking you that.” She responded, and I stared at her in disbelief for a brief moment before rolling my eyes at her.
Wanting to play t
