Mabel's POV
Slowing down my pace with my mood suddenly shifting from cheerful to bitter, my fists balled involuntarily, vibrating with harbored hatred.
That arrogant jerk was sitting in the living room with a stupid smug on his face; I could feel my blood boiling as my anger threatened to make a massive comeback. There's nothing I wanted more than to throw a dirty slap across his cocky face.
My eyes met his and I glared deadly at him. If looks could kill, he would've been long dead. I let out a loud hiss in disgust, loud enough for anyone in the living room to hear, and then I entered the kitchen. It was my first time in the kitchen since my arrival here.
It was spacious and well-constructed, but I was too pissed off to admire it.
First, I grabbed a glass and tried to pour myself so
