'He's going to die a slow, painful death by my hands one day,' Annalise glared at Christian, who placed her right where she did not want to be. He unknowingly made himself a double enemy to her, and she was never going to forget this very moment.
"Come along," Giselle said, desperately wanting to get out of the sun. "I should have asked my brother to help me find him, but that fool ran off as soon as I gave him food."
'Why am I stuck with the person everyone is running away from?' Annalise sighed. She crossed her fingers, hoping Giselle would be much better to be around than Delilah.
Annalise followed Giselle inside to the dining room, where Giselle sat down at the head of the table as if she were already Rafael's wife.
Giselle placed one leg over the other and stared at Annalise, who looked at the floor. "What do you think of me?" She asked. She knew what others thought because of the way she dressed and her boldness.
