As soon as they entered the cozy, dimly-lit living room of their home, Grace spun around, her expression taut with exasperation. Her arms crossed tightly over her chest, and her sharp eyes pinned Silverline in place. "Why in the world would you go there? Of all places, Silverline!" she snapped, her tone oscillating between frustration and concern.
Silverline, lounging on the couch like she didn't have a care in the world, quirked an eyebrow and leaned back. She ran a hand lazily through her silvery hair, the slight smirk on her lips signaling her amusement at Grace's outburst. "Why wouldn't I go there?" she countered smoothly, her voice laced with playful defiance.
