After the whole ordeal
Lucas slipped into his room with a quiet huff, running a hand through his hair as the muffled chaos of the evening faded behind the closed door. He wasn't even halfway to unbuttoning his shirt when...
THUD!
The door slammed so loud the frame rattled.
Lucas blinked… slowly.
Only one person in the entire mansion had the audacity to enter like that.
"Camilla," he sighed, not even turning.
His little sister marched across the room, fire in her eyes, frustration radiating off her small frame like heat from an iron rod. Sheo opened and shut the door with another loud clack, arms crossed tightly over her chest.
Lucas lifted a brow slowly, studying her with a mixture of disbelief and tired fondness.
"Judging by the way you slammed that door, it seems you actually want Adrian to kick you out tonight rather than tomorrow."
"Don't joke with me!" Camilla snapped, though the slight tremble in her voice betrayed how upset she truly was.
