For some reason, the Baron's son popped out of nowhere like a new contender joining the fight.
"Lillian Daffodil, so you're saying that those sketches you picked up yesterday were intentionally thrown away? And this sister of mine did it?" he started before pacing towards Alessandra with a condescending smirk, hands in his pockets.
"That's plausible."
This cascading chain of events is draining me. I'm not sure why he's here or what he's up to, but he seems to be siding with me all of the sudden.
"So you're joining forces with a stranger now, Alex? You sure got a lot of time in your hands. Father's busy so just save your tantrum for now," Alessandra taunted, glaring at him menacingly.
"Joining forces? What about you, then? You're all clearly ganging up on her. If you want to punish the girl, do it in your office. Why are you showing off in front of these people...?" he trailed off, miffing her more.
"...Oh, right.... I forgot that you do have a thing for public humiliations."
