I rested my face in my hand, my elbow on the desk, and watched the scene. Zaito's little whistle next to me caught my attention. I turned my head toward him. He raised an eyebrow, a small smile appearing on his lips. From the way he looked at me, I knew he had already figured out my curiosity.
“Laviana is an elite too,” he said, chewing his gum slowly.
Their stares were so intense that I felt uncomfortable and embarrassed. Didn't she know it was rude to stare at people like that?
“But everyone knows she hates belonging to that family.”
“Why?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowing.
“No one knows,” she replied, copying my pose. “But she certainly has a deep resentment. However, she's not one to rebel. She does what she's told, but you can see her disgust in her eyes.”
It was a complicated sit
