[Lavinia's POV — Lily Boutique, Continued]
As Eleania stood there trembling—trying and failing to mask the storm brewing behind her painted smile—I felt… how do I even put this? Ah, yes. A HEAVENLY FEELING.
Call me wicked. Call me a bully princess. Call me a BITCH with a crown. I won't deny it. Because the girl in front of me? She was no innocent dove either. A snake hissing behind silk gloves doesn't get to play "victim" when the hawk swoops in.
I chuckled lightly, the sound sweet as honey but sharp as a blade. "Hahaha… oh, Osric, really now? You shouldn't tease a lady so harshly."
Then I tilted my head, eyes sliding to Eleania like a cat toying with a cornered mouse. "After all… she may have a slight lack of etiquette…" My smile widened, glittering like broken glass. "...but we mustn't be too cruel. We should also be understanding, shouldn't we?"
Her jaw ticked. Her knuckles whitened. Oh, I was savoring every second.
