Chapter 17 What Game Are You Playing?

• Elaine leaned wearily against the sofa, not even bothering to lift her eyelids at the sound.
• Alora hadn't expected Elaine to completely ignore her, and the fake smile on her face was starting to crack from frustration. But she held back her anger and approached Elaine.
• Staring at Elaine's still beautiful face, despite her lack of expression, Alora bit down on her teeth. That sweatshirt, so plain and childish, looked adorably cute on Elaine. If she wore it, it would look terrible on her.