ILIANA'S POV
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My all time, love induced high is brought down as Drystan's mother steps out of the elevator, her narrowed gaze throwing disapproval at the red rose petals decorating the floor. She's throwing shade all over the loving gesture Drystan did for me, and her cold gaze immediately darts toward my finger as she halts in the threshold of the sliding door. "Oh, how wonderful!" she beams, turning my expectations of her tantrum upside down, and right out of the window. I blandly stare at her, my mind a haze.
Why does she look so happy?
"What are you doing here, Mom?" Drystan changes the subject, sounding as confused as I am. Her kind act isn't getting past me, or Drystan for that matter. "I came to talk to poor Iliana," she sighs, placing her perfect manicured hand over her chest
