What's this about you being human, but not knowing whether I'm beautiful or not?
Sophie Sullivan was upset. She turned Thomas Shannon's face toward her, and her smoky, captivating eyes suddenly flared wide. "Thomas Shannon, tell me, what did God give you eyes for?"
"To distinguish beauty from ugliness?"
Sophie was still angry. "So, what am I?"
"Ugly?"
Sophie huffed coldly, clenched her teeth in anger and frustration, finding no way to counter him. All she could do was bark, "Thomas Shannon, you bastard!"
Thomas Shannon looked at the enraged maniac, like a small beast growling in fury. He found her irresistibly adorable, making him want to tease her.
Preferably... squeezing her into his body, lavishing her with his love.
Sophie's delicate index finger pointed at Charlie River, who was snickering on the side. She scowled and growled, "And you, Charlie River!"
