Selene
"So you cut your hair?" Azriel scoffed.
"Yeah, so?"
Azriel was scolding me at how my hair was already short before, and complaining like an asshole he was as I ate my breakfast.
Grace chuckled, "I think it looks funny."
I snapped my head at her, "I didn't ask for opinion."
She laughed heartily again. Zion's laughter joined Grace's, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the whole situation.
"Well, as long as I like it, that's what matters," I retorted, trying to play it cool despite the annoyance simmering beneath the surface.
Azriel raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a faint smirk. "Confident, are we?"
I shot him a look, my irritation turning into something close to amusement. "Absolutely. After all, someone's gotta keep up with your level of confidence, right?"
