There were so many terrible things Bianca said in her mind, and most of the time, she kept calling Primrose a bitch.
If Bianca were a stranger whom Primrose didn't know well, she would have chosen to simply ignore the insults. But no—Bianca was her friend, a close friend, to be exact.
How could someone harbor so many negative thoughts toward one of her closest friends?
No wonder Cassandra always sounded so angry whenever Bianca's name came up. If even those who couldn't read minds felt that way, then Primrose—who heard every cruel thought—had it far worse.
"I hope you can stay here for a long time," Bianca said sweetly, her smile gentle and warm.
[I hope this bitch leaves as soon as possible!] Bianca thought bitterly. [I'm so sick of seeing her face!]
Primrose forced herself to keep smiling, even though her fingers twitched at her side. She truly wanted to slap Bianca right then and there. "It would be an honor to stay here longer," Primrose replied calmly.
