Diana

"Hah…" I sighed, glancing around as I tried to think of an excuse to give Nelia.

Tsk.

"Come in," I heard her say, even though I hadn't knocked yet.

Fuck.

I placed my hand on the doorknob and twisted it, pushing the door open.

"…Nelia?" I called out hesitantly, but she didn't move an inch.

There she was, standing in the middle of the room—which, by the way, I would be moving out of tomorrow—her arms folded across her chest, her eyes squinted like a predator locking onto prey. I felt like a deer caught in headlights.

What's with that get-up? I thought, my gaze lingering on her attire.

She was wearing a gown that was... well, quite revealing—like something out of a Greek illustration of a goddess, radiating an air of regal elegance.

I walked in cautiously; she looked pissed.

"…I'm so sorry," I began, preparing to throw out an excuse, but she frowned and raised an eyebrow before I could continue.