Next Morning
The sound of water spilling across the table snapped me out of my spiraling thoughts.
"Lady Viella?"
"...Lady Viella??"
I blinked, finally focusing, only to see Lily standing there like a ghost. While I am standing with tilted glass, water dripping onto the tablecloth. Great. I was about to flood the dining room.
"Are you alright?" she asked, brows furrowed,
"Yah, Lily, I'm fine." I waved her off and lifted my glass, pretending to sip-until-
"You know," she said casually, "this morning while I was throwing out the garbage... I noticed Lord Dante's men standing around our house."
I choked. Coughing, sputtering. She just stood there. Unbothered.
So he wasn't even trying to hide it anymore? Stalking me in broad daylight? What a-
"Tsk." I clicked my tongue and muttered, "Psychopath."
My eyes drifted to the phone lying on the table. Last night's conversation flashed back, His stupidly smug voice echoing in my head.
