"Anyway, let's skip the formalities, what's with your sister?" Merline asked, her voice casual, but her eyes gleaming with curiosity.
"What?" Itzel muttered, her gaze flicking away, her voice laced with a hint of defensiveness.
"I heard she already had a man she was going to marry," Merline continued, her tone light, but her eyes piercing through Itzel's facade.
Itzel's eyes snapped back, her gaze locking onto Merline's, a flash of anger visible for a moment before she masked it with a neutral expression. "Who told you that?" she asked, her voice even, but a hint of warning lurking beneath the surface.
"Yes," a voice laced their conversation from behind. Their gazes deftly traveled to the intruder.
"Who are you?" Merline asked, her voice even.
"Yes," a voice laced their conversation from behind. Their gazes deftly traveled to the intruder. "Who are you?" Merline asked, her voice even.
