"Guess I thought too highly of this woman," Irvyn muttered to himself. Never in his darkest nightmare, did he imagine a day like this, when someone would talk back to him no matter how cold he tries to sound. Just then, something clicked to him, and he immediately put his utensils away only to turn his eyes back on her again.
"Why are you still here, by the way?"
"What do you mean, why? Weren't you the one who brought me here, Mr. Collins?" Yvette's hands stopped doing her work, and with a perplexed look, she glanced at Irvyn. "Don't tell me you forgot the fact that you tricked a young girl into a forceful marriage."
"I didn't mean that, Mrs. Collins," Irvyn felt a vein popping on his forehead. He never thought dealing with a person was this hard. "I was trying to say, why are you still at home instead of attending your classes? I don't think the fashion designing department has become this lax to third year students these days."
