EMILY'S POV.
Sadie couldn't have Derella outed to the scary family she had, and despite myself, I was unhappy that Mandy had to stay.
"Who said she was gay?" Sadie asked.
"I don't need to debate that with you. If you're so uncomfortable, we only need to walk over to the next mansion, and call for an urgent family meeting." Mandy said, sticking a fork into a sliced watermelon. "You know, it's your choice, darling. You can choose to reveal Derella's secret, and cause problems, or you can simply choose to back off and lay low." Mandy said, putting her watermelon into her mouth, and chewing slowly.
"Lucky you. You get off this time, but not for long." Sadie said, with cold venom. Then turned around. "Follow me." She commanded, storming away, and it hurt my pride.
"What? You're subject to an eight-year-old now?" Mandy asked, with an amused smirk.
"Emily!" Sadie called, and I looked at Mandy.
