Chapter 22: _Get Used To It, Hun
As I suspected, drama did ensue.
My mother kept latching Phoebe with her words until I had to intervene, ordering Phoebe to come sit close to me.
But my mother wouldn't have that either, snapping and complaining about how she couldn't 'eat with trash' before storming out of the dining room.
"Well, she's so lovely, isn't she?" Phoebe muttered with a sarcastic smile before walking to sit close to me.
However, the moment her butt met with the chair, I grabbed her hand, forcing her to look at me.
"What were you up to last night that made you sleep in for so long?" I growled, staring into her eyes which now shook with fear.
But that fear soon turned into aggression as she tried pulling her hand out of my grip to no avail.
"First of all, can you let go of me?!" She snapped, her eyes darting to the few guards that stood behind us. "For the moon's sake, can't I catch a break in this house? This is barely the second day and you and your mother are already ganging up to make my life hell."
A sly smirk curled up my lips. There it was. The feistiness I craved from her.
"I do recall promising to make your life hell, or didn't I?" I asked rhetorically, arching an eyebrow.
She blinked at me, her mouth agape but she couldn't say anything.