Yep, if Lillian had learnt one thing since they met, it was that this Irina lady was definitely insane.
What normal person would suggest something like that with a straight face? A harem? Who even used that word outside of corny novels and ridiculous fantasies?
Lillian lay in bed, back in her apartment, her eyes locked to the ceiling. She had just returned from the restaurant where she met with Irina.
Her words were still stuck in Lillian's head as they replayed themselves over and over again.
No matter what angle she approached it from, this sounded ridiculous. She was so lost in thoughts that she didn't even notice when Aria walked in.
"You okay," Aria's voice snapped her out of her thoughts causing her to move her head to the side.
She was about to answer that she was okay but paused. Wasn't Aria the right person to ask about this?
After all, she was a lot more experienced in topics like these since she had also been in a fair bit of relationships.
