Mavis’s voice sliced through the silence, sharp and impatient, as she interrupted Eloise’s thoughts.
“I told you, I closed the door by accident. It wasn’t on purpose! What do you want from me?”
Her words were laced with anger, a hint of defiance that Eloise could feel deep in her chest. Mavis was certain Eloise was accusing her of something she had not done. Ever since Mavis had witnessed the kiss between Eloise and Lucian on the staircase, she had harbored a simmering resentment towards her. But despite that, Mavis believed she had done everything right. She had explained herself, hadn’t she? Eloise should be grateful, not playing the weak victim.
Mavis glanced at Eloise, who stood with a pale face, her shoulders tense and her body rigid. At that moment, the sight of her made Mavis fee
