Polly Sutton slightly curled her lips, "I certainly don't have a face that begs for a punch like his."
Emma Turner chuckled softly, leaning on the railing and watching the pedestrians below, "Isn't life just about making a mess of things? You and he just need to make a mess of each other."
Polly: "What about you, who are you planning to mess with? Michael Knight or Matthew Moore?"
"You can't be pretending not to know Michael likes you, can you? Little Polly, do I need to remind you that Michael he..."
"Stop, stop, stop, just stop right there, don't get me into trouble at this moment." Polly looked up to see Victor Parker standing at the door, her heart skipped a beat, feeling her senior sister might have been born to bewitch her.
Victor Parker raised an eyebrow slightly, "Good reminder, I almost forgot about that, come out for dinner."
Victor turned and walked out, leaving Polly secretly rolling her eyes, thinking about wanting to strangle Emma.
