Rosalie who saw Tara's strange behavior began to suspect. "You've done it, hm?" he asked, his eyebrows moving up and down teasing Tara.
Tara immediately went to the walk-in closet and changed into a long sweater that covered her neck and hands. He kept cursing himself for being careless and making Rosalie suspicious. Even though he knew this was natural, it still felt embarrassing. Oh, come on… Say he has to explain how to Rosalie.
Rosalie peeked at Tara in the doorway. "My Litara is an adult," he mocked with a seductive smile.
Tara glared again at Rosalie's words. "No, it's not like that. I can explain it to you, Rosalie. Don't misunderstand me."
Rosalie nodded. "I like this misunderstanding," he said, then returned to the oak room, leaving Tara still reflecting in the walk-in closet.
Tara took a shaky breath as she pointed at herself in the mirror. "Are you stupid or what, Litara? Accidentally spit out your disgrace."
