"To what do we owe this unwanted pleasure, Mrs. Collins and Mrs. Fowler?" Yvette stepped just before Irvyn, standing almost in a protective stance right before him. Her eyes scanned over the two women comfortably sitting on the large sofa of the living room, with a small fork picking pieces of apples to eat from the plate in front of them.
"Oh my, I detect a displeasure there, Miss Yvette," Stella spoke up in response, noticing them coming in. "I was expecting to have a way better welcome from you. But seems like you are too lazy to be home on time."
"Wow, that's a surprise. I am glad you were able to realize how not happy I am." Yvette replied, flashing a lovely-looking smile. If not for the words she spoke, one could have easily mistaken her for actually joking around or being somewhat happy.
