Chapter 92 - Invitations

"Or maybe not."

The paper got snapped out of her hand and Zezi had to force herself not to offer Laura a dirty look. Instead, she settled deeper into the chair, a light smile dancing on her lips, as her gaze fixed on the ceiling and the beautiful paintings carved upon it, paintings that her mind was too crowed with thoughts to appreciate.

"Whatever. What are we having for dinner?"

"Something sufficient and rich." Laura answered, something gleaming in her voice.

Zezi bit the inside of her cheek, as much as she was sure she hadn't given herself away, it seemed Laura was pretty confident about the whole paper situation.

How could she even see what was written on it? Wasn't it supposed to be visible to only her, Akeem or probably members of the White Circle.

Gwen had lied then.

Ah.

Gwen was really good.

If she survived tonight, she would ensure to get rid of her.

Would it be sad? Most definitely.

Would it be necessary? Absolutely.