The next morning, Daniel left for work as usual.
Meanwhile, Anna dressed carefully for her audition, nerves chewing at her stomach despite hours of practice the night before.
'You can do it, Anna,' she reminded herself silently, forcing her feet to move as she descended the staircase.But then her eyes caught sight of someone at the end of the hall.
Kira.
Anna stopped, her lips curling into the faintest smirk. "I hope you cleaned my room nicely," she said, her tone dripping with deliberate sweetness.
Kira's face stiffened. The polite mask stayed, but her eyes betrayed the flash of irritation that darted through them.
Anna knew she'd struck a nerve. She didn't care. The girl had lied to her face about Daniel's room; a little jab was the least she deserved.
Without waiting for a reply, Anna swept out of the mansion.
Kira's nails dug into her palms as she forced a smile until Anna's figure disappeared from view. The moment she was gone, her polite expression shattered.
