Hannah lazily lifted her eyelids, soft black hair slipping from her shoulder to her chest. "Does Miss Lynch enjoy telling stories to others?"
Tiffany Lynch: "I'm just reminding you not to overestimate your abilities. If I speak my mind bluntly, I'm afraid you won't have the face to bear it."
Hannah smirked, her black hair at her neck contrasting sharply with her fair skin, a glow as white and piercing as fresh snow.
She ignored the sarcasm in Tiffany's words. "So, what are you saying, that I'm your stand-in?"
She hated being threatened, especially by someone she despised.
Tiffany didn't expect Hannah to be so blunt about this matter, her expression froze momentarily.
Although Tiffany had hinted at it several times before with sarcasm, she had never explicitly stated it. Now that Hannah had spoken it aloud, it caught Tiffany off guard.
But she trumped up her superiority, sneering, "As long as you know."
