"I do not know." He said and I scoffed. Take me back to a few days ago and I would even dream of doing that, much less in the company.
"You do not know who you are, yet you stand in front of me with a carriage expensive enough for a Duke or a Viscount."
He narrowed his eyes at him and I felt a small shiver run up my spine. Was he aware of his effect? The mirth in his eyes said something else.
"Are you calling me a liar?" He asked.
"Can I not?" I rebuked back.
He shook his head very sadly. "I'm afraid, Liars cannot call other lairs."
Shame once again found me and burned my cheeks in revenge. "You cannot call me one!" I Defended. "If anyone lies, there have to reason about it!"
"Behind it." He muttered looking out of the window.
"I beg your pardon."
"There are reasons behind it," he repeated, "Not about it."
My mouth refused to stay shit after that. I was watching him with my mouth open and I could see Estelle laughing at me as if she was there.
