"Hehe, no wonder he doesn’t like me. He’s a dog, and I’m a human. Of course, we can’t be together since we’re not the same species. Hehehe…"
As Anna laughed with the innocence of a child, Charlotte's heart grew heavy. Suddenly, Anna grabbed Charlotte's hand, her expression serious, unlike the naive and pure look she had just moments ago.
"Sister, I've made up my mind. I don't like him anymore. I would never like a dog!"
Her voice rose with determination, and she repeated loudly, "I would never like that dog, Charles!!"
With that, she abruptly stood up from the couch, planting one foot on the coffee table and brandishing the now-empty vodka bottle like a weapon. She declared, "If I see Charles again, I’m going to smash his dog head in!"
**Crash!**
The bottle shattered against the tab
