"So what?"
There didn't seem to be any law that obliged her to give into to every tantrum of Ivy. Even if there was one, hadn't she given into her so many times in the past, but what did she get at the end.
A knife pierced into her chest, with the ill intention of stabbing her to death, tarnishing her name in the public's eye before burning her alive with her friend, even going as far as murdering their father in the process.
Hazel gripped the glass of milk in her hands, having no intention of taking a single sip of it. But she suddenly she had a strong urge of drinking almond milk specially made by Aiden and the delicious porridge made by him as well.
But it was obvious that she wouldn't be able to have a taste of his culinary skills for a while more. Suppressing the urge and her crav
