Even she is here today.
Cynthia scoffed and drew her eyes back at her breakfast that looked the most digestible than their faces.
"It's been a while, girl. But you are still the same. You don't like to converse at all. Does it involve everyone or just us?" Shreya matured voice creased Cynthia's eyebrows.
More than Arial, she hated that Shreya because in her eyes, she could properly see the greed that scanned her parents' belongings and most importantly the company that was a fruit of her parents' hard work.
And even now, her eyes were full of greed.
Shreya Felix, 24 years old, same as her brother's age and also attended the same college, institute as him. Her small hair looked feminine due to its curl near her forehead. She looked average and not that pretty as her younger sister but that can't exclude the mature aura she gave off.
