-Angela-
“Hope?” I was walking through the house looking for her. I found her in the room where Hunter had been, having a staring contest with Little Diva, who had been the first to leave the meeting and had for some reason come here.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Do you see something?” she replied, still fixated on the cat.
“Should I be seeing something?”
“This creature,” she said, mesmerized by the cat’s yellow eyes and orange fur.
The cat’s tail swayed slowly behind her, almost like a pendulum, while she wore an expression that seemed to convey a smug satisfaction.
“It’s… interesting,” she admitted.
“What do you mean?” I inquired, confused, fearing she had accidentally drunk some of the liquor in the house.
“Do you not see the reflection in her eyes?”
“Reflection?”
“Like an
