Peach’s POV
I couldn't shake off the feeling of being scrutinized. Since when did they care so much about my whereabouts? But then again, this is just another facade I have to keep up. "I've already informed Mom, and she's fine with it, so I'm going," I stated firmly, wondering how they even found out about my plans.
Asher's concerned tone grated on me. "You know Emily despises you, right?" he remarked. But I brushed it off; their opinions wouldn't sway me from doing what I wanted.
Then came Amon's authoritative tone, almost as if he were commanding me. "You can't leave this house," he asserted firmly, making it sound like an order.
"Are you seriously going to order me around? You forget you don’t own me," I retorted, my annoyance evident.
To my surprise, Asher chimed in with a slight
