"This really shouldn't go this way…" Tessa said flatly, her voice carrying just enough irritation to show she was already losing patience.
But Lily only smiled—soft, fragile, fake—as she tightened her grip on the edge of Tessa's dress, fingers inching dangerously close to stripping off her clothes.
Zane leaned in slightly, his voice low with amusement.
"Is she always like this?"
Tessa immediately facepalmed.
Right there.
Right then.
Because she could already see it—the drama unfolding like a storm she had no intention of standing under.
There goes the quiet shopping.
Honestly, this might as well be the last time she ever stepped foot in this place. She couldn't stand the girl kneeling beneath her.
Beneath her feet.
Tessa's lips twitched.
Oh, how fitting.
Too bad none of them would understand her modern insults—she would've had a field day tearing Lily apart with words alone.
"Oh, Zane… it gets worse," she muttered under her breath. "I really can't deal with this."
