"Trust is built with consistency." — Lincoln Chafee
Vasilisa Smirnov
My eyes widened as Alexei reached forward, pushing her face right into the bowl. I pursed my lips tightly, trying my best to reign in my laughter as she shrieked, the dark, murky liquid slowly spreading down her white gown until it clung to her like a second skin.
"Are you fucking insane?" she screeched in disbelief. Discarding the bowl to the side, she sent a small glance down at her dress, and another shriek escaped her lips, her face contorting in fury.
"Wait till my husband hears of this!" Her eyes almost burned red, and her lips were pulled back in a snarl, barely restraining herself. She stood up, not before sending me a murderous glance, flailing her arms like a frozen penguin. "He will have you fired immediately!"
Get in line, stepmother.
Alexei smiled.
