ELYRA.
For the rest of the day, the entire mansion felt tense. The maids moved around like shadows, their eyes lowering whenever I passed. No one dared to upset me again. I could tell they sensed my mood which was very obvious. I was angry, sharp and ready to snap.
I was stretched out on my bed, flat on my back, staring at the ceiling like it had personally offended me. My chest felt tight, my thoughts running in circles. What annoyed me the most wasn’t even Star herself—it was the fact that she still had the power to get under my skin. That realization burned worse than the anger I felt. I hated that she could still make my blood boil.
I exhaled slowly and shut my eyes, trying to force my annoyance down, but it clung to me stubbornly.
The crunch of tires against gravel filtered into m
