Sabrina opened her mouth, lips already twisted into the familiar scolding snarl she reserved solely for Gianna, but her father's soft, warning glare cut her off instantly.
She froze midbreath. Really? Really? They were going to sit here and wait for the nincompoop to finish her hysterical fit?
Sabrina huffed loudly, rolling her eyes as she redirected her glare at Gianna, who had now reduced her wild laughter to sharp, almost bitter chuckles.
Gianna, who shook her head intermittently, strands of damp hair brushing her cheek as if even she couldn't believe what she'd read. Every shake seemed to say you have got to be kidding me.
The sight infuriated Sabrina further. What was so absurd? Wasn't it a good bargain? A generous one, even?
Gianna should have been grateful, Sabrina thought, lifting her chin haughtily. Her father had taken interest in her pathetic work situation, had provided a lifeline: A better job. A stable income.
