“What is wrong with you?” she hisses. I brush the strands of my hair out of my face, looking up at her outraged expression. “I’m sorry, Francesca,” I say quietly. “I just wanted to smile.” She huffs. “You need to keep it together. I don’t need another fucking Sydney on my hands. You are mere weeks away from being sold off, diamond. Don’t you dare ruin this for me.” I frown and nod my head, apologizing again. It looks funny with my face painted the opposite. “Wipe that shit off and get ready. Xavier will be here in ten minutes.” Sad. No smiles for me tonight.
Wtffff
