Anger

I scoffed in her face and instead of answering I pushed the front door of the room open.

As soon as I entered the place, I was hit with a strong scent of a strawberry aroma. I almost couldn't believe the amount of power the small had until I saw the bright purple room. It looked like what you would imagine a girly mental-patient would decorate her room like.

"Oh. The help must have arrived!" A high-pitched voice called out from behind the white curtain that separated the main hall with the massive dining area.

Mallory came up shortly behind me, obviously not too pleased with my actions that occurred beforehand.

The woman came up from behind the curtains and the first thing that struck me about her were her eyes.

Green eyes.

That's how I realized that I knew this girl.

Cullen's daughter.

She must have recognized me as well since the first disgusted up-and-down glare that she threw me was obviously intentional for my eyes to see.