On the other hand, Renesme carefully grasped the door’s handle before turning it open. The silence was the first she noticed before the emptiness of the caramel theme living room.
With a deeper sigh, she pushed the door open and tip-toed inside. Nobody’s home, she thought. She walked over to the grandiose stairs and pulled off the ties from her hair.
It had been three hours since she was gone. As usual, her grandfather hadn’t awakened. She would be done in the morning if he happened to find out she still keeps going late at night. Especially her mom.
“Where do you think you’re heading, young lady?” An arctic voice approached Renesmee behind just when she took a step.
Turning around, her lips gasped subtly, seeing her mother crossing her arms. An eyebrow rose, her lips pressed tight
