Chapter Eighty-Six: Why

The introductions went on as smoothly as they could. Rebecca is by no shot a trouble magnet; if anything, she holds a refined dignity that matches Beatrice, only Beatrice was more outspoken.

Judging by how easily she yields to Magnolia, she may have been bullied psychologically instead of physically, but both of those kinds leave their unique scars.

But again…none of my business.

It surprises me that Magnolia is outside alone, devoid of her posse, more so the sombre contemplative look her gaze holds is nothing like the conniving snake I know and detest.

“What was it you wished to discuss?”

I ask, shutting the door behind me to stand next to her by the ledge where the view of the full moon embraces us.

The night was so beautiful. If only it did not threaten to shatter me.

“Why don’t you sit first?”

She asks, gesturing to the outdoor chair next to the door.

Again, another show of power.

“You have two minutes, do not waste them.”

She scoffs.

Even with the strength of the cold wind, her h