Time, like an hourglass, sneaks quietly between fingertips when you're not paying attention.
At dinner, everyone sat at the table, noticing the stiffness in Lila Peterson's face, the aura around her, not at all pleasant.
Mr. Jeroen lightly drummed the table with his right hand, a dignity in his expression that was intimidating without being angry, "Miss Lila, how did today's instructions go?"
Hearing him, Lila swallowed her full-hearted dissatisfaction, "It's okay. Although they are a bit temperamental, I believe I'm more than capable of handling them."
They're just a bunch of scornful creatures. Dealing with them is as easy as flipping one's hand.
Seeing the smug satisfaction that inadvertently slipped into Lila's eyes, Caroline Edwin rested her chin on one hand, her elbow on the table.
That austerely plain face, coming up from the disguise, did not hide her displeasure at all, and it fell clearly into the other's eyes.
"..."
