Jovana Shaw stood up, but Sophie Nye grabbed her wrist and frowned, saying, "Jovana, where are you going? What, you can't even sit at the same table and eat together? She's just a kid, I was the one who called her out. If you're angry, take it out on me!"
"Auntie, it's all my fault. It's only right that Sis is angry with me, you shouldn't blame her because of me." Jovana shook her head, a couple strands of hair falling in front of her face, leaving her looking both bedraggled and delicate, her eyes red as a pitiful little rabbit, making people want to comfort her.
Pa—
Chopsticks were set down.
Both of them looked at her at the same time.
Aurelia Shaw sat with her arms crossed, gazing at the two of them. The panic they expected on her face was nowhere to be found; instead, her crimson lips curled up slightly, her eyes glinting with mocking amusement.
Suddenly, they felt like clowns being toyed with for the crowd's entertainment.
