Maya's Pov :
I stared at her suspiciously, what's this little imp up-to now? I looked away comically when her warning gaze met mine and it was quite obvious the Spencer's has this intimidating gene in their blood.
"How do I help queen sassy? " I tactfully pointed out her rude attitude but she ignored me and waltzed right in as if she owns the place.
I snorted and locked my door knowing the only way to settle this was a little square off with a bit of quibble in between which would eventually lead to a down to earth discussion.
It was unusual for Isabelle to be here unless she caused trouble already or about to cause one , with the hope of using me as her instrument.
"Incase you haven't noticed, I'm still waiting for an explanation young lady. " I asked sternly "Why are you here? "
She shot me a ridiculous look before dragging her butt to my refrigerator, rummaging through my stuffs without a care.
"Your fridge's a total disaster, don't you ever cook?"
