I watched Camille escape through the front door. A bit confused with her reaction to my brother and how much she actually cared about his feelings even though there was no proof of any interest in him. Her eyes might be guarded all the time but her body spoke a different language.
Giselle gazed up at me when I entered the kitchen and I was too late to turn around and go back up to my room. Not feeling in the mood for her at this hour.
“Morning.” She greeted, giving me a smile.
“Do you still take your coffee with two sugars?” Giselle asked, holding a mug out to me while blinking her fake, long eyelashes at me. It used to work on me a while ago but all I see now is a woman who betrayed me.
I nodded but didn’t make a move to take it from her. She noticed and placed the mug down on the
