I sat with a sharp gaze directed at the woman I dislike at this moment. She's wearing a cropped top and a miniskirt, seemingly trying to get Cace's attention.
Meredith is sitting on the couch. Beside her, her father's grin can't seem to vanish as he looks at me. The thread that's holding back my palm from slapping his thick face is close to snapping. Aside from warning me to stay away from Cace, Christopher's eyes are filled with lust. It's disgusting. It feels like he's ready to pounce on me anytime, even if Cace is around.
"Where's Dimitri?" Meredith asked Cace as she looked around.
"He's–"
"He's with his aunt," I interjected in response to Cace. I don't want to engage in conversation with this woman. I don't care if my annoyance towards Meredith is evident. It's better for everyone to know that I'm not pleased with whatever the father and daughter are planning.