Chapter 71: Sealed the deal
"Will it kill you to dress dignified?" I scoff at Victor as he approaches, his disheveled appearance as grating as ever.
He gives a mock bow, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Forgive me, us commoners tend to not dress dignified often because it’s impractical." He steps closer, and I can feel his eyes on me—dark, mocking, as if he’s always waiting for me to break. I hate him so much.
I square my shoulders, standing tall and glaring up at him. "You could at least try not to embarrass your master," I say, folding my arms across my chest.
Victor runs a hand through his unruly black hair, completely unbothered by my remark. "My master cares not for such trivial matters," he says with a shrug, his voice casual. He knows exactly how to push my buttons, and it works every time.
I look away, my frustration boiling just beneath the surface. My gaze naturally falls on Noelle, who’s completely absorbed in his plants. There’s an ease about him that feels so far removed from this conversation, a lightness that I find both infuriating and... something else I don’t want to admit.
"You’re really a masochist, aren’t you?" Victor’s voice pulls me back. I don’t need to look at him to know the smirk that’s plastered on his face.
I choose not to respond, my silence only fueling his audacity.
"You’re not getting any younger. You’re going to be a spinster soon if you keep waiting for him." His words hit harder than I expect, slicing through my defenses. I turn and glare at him, my blood boiling.
Furious, I spin on my heel and walk away before I do something I’ll regret. He’s so damn annoying. And worse, he’s right.