(In the area for spectators)
"Over there."
"Yeah... they're hot as fuck." A voice muttered, eyes locked on the group that just walked in.
Three young ladies walked side by side and sat at the far end of the descending seats.
"It's husband, Unnie."
A blonde-haired woman with red eyes turned to her companion. "Yes, good thing we didn't arrive late."
"So Unnie, is it true you applied to be a teacher?"
"I can't possibly leave husband alone in this school full of girls. You and Amelia might stand by as he's stolen."
Isabella had learned through the years never to take Nathira's words at surface level.
"Unnie, you won't try to kill someone, will you?"
Nathira stared at her. Without saying a word, she turned away.
"No way, right? You already made the bookstore owner regret ever living."
