I was treading on thin ice. Testing my father's resolve while retaliating at his tantrum. What I was doing would either give me the success I hoped for or crash me completely. But it was a risk I was ready to take.
' Where are we going?' Hannah, with a shocked expression, looked up at me. ' We are going to my parents house. You're going to move in there as of today.'
' And whose idea was it? Was it your dad?' She pulled herself out of the bed before beginning to straighten the sheets. I still didn't understand why she insisted on making the bed herself. I had servants to do everything.
' No. You're going especially because my father doesn't want you there.'
'What?'
' My father threw a tantrum and I want to show him that I'm not going to be bullied.' I shrugged, as i walked to her.
' And do you think that me living there is going to help?' She looked up at me. ' He already hates me. And besides, that wasn't part of the plan.'
