Kathrina's vehicle stopped right in front of her family home. Then she and Jenna got out of the car. She gave the key to a middle-aged man named Gilbert, her father's chauffeur.
As they got close to the front door, Jenna suddenly stopped moving. Kathrina instantly looked at her, feeling frustrated.
"You did not tell me the reason. Why were you staring at that black car? Is it your hot neighbor's?"
Kathrina wanted to explode, throwing all the hot lava inside her body.
Jenna just won't give up; she had asked those questions during their one-hour-and-a-half trip to her parent's home. At first, she could ignore Jenna's comment, but they were not alone anymore after stepping into the house.
"Just drop it, please." She pleaded with a voice devoid of energy.
"I won't until you answer it."
