It was Stella who was standing in front of me, her eyes swept across me with obvious disdain written all over her face. Our gaze met and I looked at her, unfazed by her snide remark as the corners of my lips twitched upwards into a small smile.
"I'm looking for Blake," I replied nonchalantly with a bored expression that masked my features, hiding the fact that I was happy she was the one who answered the door. This would have made my plan go a lot more smoothly.
A smug look was plastered across her face. "Blake's not home. Why are you looking for him? He doesn't want to see you."
"I'm just here to return some stuff. But I guess I can just drop it off then."
She arched her brow at me and crossed her arms over her chest.
"What stuff?" She snarled, her brows were furrowed together, forming a frown to rest on her face.
