Enara exhaled slowly, pushing past the absurdity of the conversation. Ananara was still grumbling about his superiority complex, Daena looked like she was contemplating murder, and her mothers had already moved on to exchanging knowing glances that suggested they were about to make her day even longer.
"Right," she said, stretching her arms with forced nonchalance. "I'm going to pretend none of you exist for the next hour. I have things to do."
Daena raised a brow. "Like?"
"Not dealing with any of you," Enara shot back smoothly, spinning on her heel and striding out of the room before anyone could stop her.
Behind her, she heard Ananara gasp in dramatic betrayal. "You wound me, Enara. Wound me!"
Enara flipped him off without looking back.
