REIGN
"How's America?" Travis gleefully asked from the receiver.
Travis was my mother's friend. He lives in Paris. And I would always say he was the father I never had.
"It's not that bad."
"You already snatch Magnolia from your cousin?" He chuckled deeply since I had told him everything, including killing my father.
"I wouldn't say snatch," I mumble, and he laughs even more.
"He deserves it, though."
"Hopeful he will taste how stealing hurts." I casually say, taking off my shirt before the mirror to inspect my bandaged wound.
But then my door opened and revealed a furious Magnolia, holding a chef's knife. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail, and she was no longer wearing the dinner dress but a black jogger and white shirt.
What actually is the time?
Past midnight. I see.
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