"I'm sorry. Did I interrupt something?" Irene asked innocently with worry in her eyes as she stared at Krystal and Ember, who were standing closed together.
Ember lowered her head, unable to look at Irene in the face. She looks kind and innocent, especially with that soft smile on her lips and the look of worry in her eyes. Don't let that innocence fool you, for she is a lion under sheep's skin. A lion prowling, waiting for the right time to attack.
Krystal gave her back a sincere smile, playing along with whatever she's trying to play. "Irene," she called her name like they were friends. "Finally, Rowan's father has finally forgiven you. I was afraid that he will have you locked up in your bedroom for a long time," Krystal told her, looking sincerely worried.
Irene snarls at her words
