CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

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"Isn't this just perfect?" her cold voice froze up the entire room, dimming the temperature in folds and our heads simultaneously snapped towards the staircase where my best friend stood, leaning lazily on the support of the spiral staircase.

She had her head tilted to the side, her bright red lips set in a grim line and she looked like some sort of dark queen in her body-fitting silk black dress. The blankness in her striking hazel orbs wasn't about to fool me because as cold as those eyes were, they were hints of warning hiding somewhere, making it very clear that she was ready to crush anyone who dared cross her path.

"The perfect dinner for the perfect family," she kept a straight face but her voice was dripping with mockery. "Oh, don't look so glum. I am here now, aren't I?" she rolled her eyes and began making her way towards us.

Even though she dismissed the tension that hung in the room, the silence that loomed in the air was deafening. It was almost chok