"What do you need?" Mary raised an eyebrow as she met with the woman waiting for her in the living room.
Cinderella's hair has faded from its golden glory and has become duller, wrinkles adorning her face at the corners of her eyes. Of course, Mary has these significant signs of aging as well.
And yet despite all these and the years behind them, their still maintain the same level of animosity between them. The air was thick with tension as their sharp gazes met.
It indeed was a great displeasure to meet each other. That having said, Mary does not know to whatever god she needs to thank for this unsavory encounter.
"Can I not visit my sister wife according to my will?" Cinderella's eyes twinkled, loving how she annoyed her old rival.
Mary sat on the sofa parallel to her and poured tea on the teacups, forcing herself to let out a fake smile. Ahhh, she will not give Cinderella the time of day.
