Hannah's POV
This morning, Janelle, Tyrell's niece, yanks me out of bed. The benevolent aura that once surrounded her had morphed into a repugnant darkness. Her actions now unsettle me in peculiar ways. In my room, she and her blonde friend engage in inaudible whispers, the words eluding my grasp. Straining to comprehend, I observe a red dress on the bed, accompanied by a jewelry box and silver heels, leading me to deduce their intent: they're here to ready me for a party or some such affair.
"Um, any upcoming event?" I interject, disrupting their conversation, causing both women to shoot me disapproving glares.
"And what gives you the right to inquire?" Janelle hisses, making me cringe at the sharpness in her tone.
"Seems she fancies herself deserving of attention. I'm curious about w
