85.
PHOEBE'S POV.
When I finally succeeded in untying my tongue, I decided to start with an introduction...then maybe end with an apology for barging into their lives unannounced. I wiped my hands on my khaki shorts and plastered a big smile on my face, stepping towards her.
"Hi , I'm Phoebe?"
She looked from my stretched hands to my face then whipped around to look for him, totally ignoring my hand.
"Phoebe !! ?"
From the way her eyes went significantly wide and her nostrils flared, I'm sure she knew who I was. Great now she's gonna throw me out even faster.
Then suddenly she was calm. She looked me up and down then filled her cheeks with air and let it out slowly, nodding her head like it all made sense now.
" I see..."
Was all she mumbled and she was heading for the door. Harold was quick to grab her arm but she shook him off. My heart jumped into my throat and I unconsciously took a step.
"Leave me alone !"
"Fiona listen to me...it's not like that."