Elle felt like a thief caught red handed. She had planned to see her father on her own but now regretted it. She is after all, a stranger to the rest of the family members in the manor. If she had sneaked in late at night and venture all over the manor, she was no different than a thief. Although she "is" a thief, she wasn't someone who would steal from people who had treated her welcomely, especially those who hadn't hurt others.
Carol's eyes burned with anger which then turned into a smirk, "Well, you can tell him yourself."
Count Arthur looked at the tongue tied Elle and Carol who had played naive, "Tell what, Elle? Is there something wrong? And why are you two in this room?" The once soft eyes then narrowed down to his orange haired daughter.
