Lyvana didn't hesitate. She walked into the room with her chin held high, refusing to feel small. These people had always tried to intimidate her, and it was no secret that they never liked her.
As soon as they saw her, the laughter stopped instantly. Susan was sitting on the sofa, a teacup frozen halfway to her lips.
"Well, look who is here," she said, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "We were starting to think you didn't want to come, Lyvana."
"Sorry am late," Lyvana replied calmly, walking further into the room. "I was just out for a business lunch meeting."
"Business?" Maya snickered, exchanging a look with her sister. "Since when do you do anything but school?"
"And you're dressed like that." Elena added.
Lyvana was wearing a loose black trousers with a daring slit that opened to her thigh with every step. Her silk blouse looked elegant and expensive. Honestly, it looked like it cost more than both of the sisters' dresses combined.
