Asha
My eyes stop and scan the room at the sound of that voice. It sounds familiar. Like a throwback photo of my teenage self I would dread to see.
It's Emilia's, my supposed sister.
A small smirk tugs at the corner of my lips.
Oh, my time has arrived.
Emilia comes running towards the podium. Her eyes are rolled back, her face redder than a tomato. She looks like a tied up watermelon about to explode.
"How come? How's this possible?" She yells again, nearing the podium.
She's just a few inches away when Auren makes some signals, and the two hefty men beside us rush towards her, blocking her from coming closer.
The crowd murmurs, hands pointing towards Emilia, their heads shaking with disappointment.
What a great evening to embarrass yourself.
"Get her out of here. She's probably unwell," Auren commands, his eyes darkening.
"Wait. I'll handle this myself," I tug at his shirt, giving him a faint smile.
