Chapter 32: RICHARD
It was riveting to watch the same person who in confidence had stood a bit taller, shrink into the short figure who stood in front of me now.
It felt glorious watching her once proud shoulders sag in a matter of seconds.
"Is there a problem? Does this your intuition not work on you?" I mocked.
I had her exactly where I wanted, entangled at the very center of the web with no escape route in sight.
"Of course, it works on me. Just give me some time" she answered, her right foot tapping on my wooden floors. I doubt she was even aware of the motion.
"Time," I mused, "to do what exactly, to take in your appearance or cook up what to say in the name of ’reading’"
"Neither. My reading offers no room for lying or making things up" she snapped.
"Great, so get on with it, what does your attire say about you?" I asked, leaning forward. I was really going to enjoy this.
Her eyes dropped to her outfit, and her cheeks colored in embarrassment.
"But this... isn’t what I intended to wear," she stammered, her hands on her coat.
This was too good, and I was enjoying every second immensely as I let out a chuckle that was low and mocking,
"Ah, but that’s exactly what makes it so revealing."