Elizabeth Bradford stared at me with bulging eyes. Her eyes were so wide that an apple could almost fit inside.
Thinking that it must be her imagination playing a trick on her, she blinked several times, but when I didn’t disappear from her sight, which she was expecting, she jerked out of her swivel chair. The force of her movement caused the poor chair to tumble onto the floor with a loud thud.
“Lily!” she gasped, chasing her breath. The intense rise and fall of her chest made her appear as though she'd been running a mile when, in fact, she was barely moving.
“Lilibeth Phoenix,” I corrected her, my lips stretching into an even sweeter smile. I saw her clutch her chest with both hands as if she were having a heart attack.
Her eyes surveyed the golden earrings dangling from my ears,
