“What on earth are you doing here?” Her arms crossed over her chest, while I tried —and failed— to resist the urge to roll my eyes.
“I don't see how that's your concern.” Why on earth did I even have to meet with her?
She took a step forward, looking nothing close to pleased. “Don't tell me it's what I'm thinking.”
“Believe me, I couldn't care less what you think.” I turned back to the worker taking me on a tour. “Let's continue.”
But before my feet began moving, her words stopped them, “I expected you to have more dignity rather than stealing from Triston so you can buy fancy clothes.”
“When it comes to dignity, I have far more than a cheat would.” I replied without bothering to turn.
She seriously had a way of making me hate her more and more each time that passes.
“Is that seriou
