Her usual laziness was gone, replaced by a serious expression. “Albion, did you even hear what I just said?”
I nodded. “I heard you.”
In the past, if she’d said something like that, I would’ve pretended to be annoyed and interrupted her, telling her to stop joking around.
But now, I remained indifferent, as if she’d said something completely trivial.
“Albion, you—”
Before she could finish, Stephanie Erickson, my sister, who had stepped out to get some air, walked back in.
She glanced at Serena and smirked playfully. “Guess who I just saw outside?”
Without waiting for a response, Stephanie continued, “I saw your first love. He’s drunk and being dragged into another private room by a few wealthy-looking women.”
Before she even finished her sentence, Serena shot to her feet and stormed out of the room.
Not long after, the sound of arguing and breaking glass echoed from the hallway.
Despite that, I stayed in my seat, casually peeling and eating an orange from the fruit platter.
Serena loves fruit but hates peeling it. Every time, I’d carefully peel it and place it in front of her. Only then would she take a few bites.