Max's POV
As I sat at the couch working on my laptop, I noticed Priscilla pacing back and forth across the room. Her face was etched with anger and annoyance, and I couldn't help but wonder what could have caused her to feel that way. I closed my laptop and walked over to her, wrapping my arms around her from behind, hoping to comfort her.
"What happened, my sunshine?" I asked softly, burying my head in her neck.
"Max, who is better between me and Guccie? I mean, I know we look alike, but who is more beautiful?" she asked in a tone that was both angry and vulnerable.
I understood that Priscilla was upset and needed to be reassured. "You are better than her, and you are even more beautiful than her," I said, trying to comfort her.
"How dare she call me uncivilized?" Priscilla fumed, her voice trembling with anger. "Am I really uncivilized, Max?"
