Clover entered.
As soon as the warm familiar ambiance enveloped her, tears welled up in her eyes. She pursed her trembling lips and glanced around the minimalist house that kept her in when she had nowhere else to go. She ran her fingers over the cushion and let out a soft chuckle, recalling how Brandon stuffed his mouth with chips while trying to chase her away.
"You know..." Brandon whispered, lingering behind her on purpose. He was trying to block her view from Danise, who was unknotting his shoelaces in the back. "Maybe—"
"Don't..." She sucked in a deep breath. "Don't say anything..."
Right then, Stella stormed out of the kitchen, her azure satchel bag dragging along the floor. Clover quickly composed herself and noticed that the red gift box was still inside Stella's bag—neatly wrapped.
Upon catching a glimpse of the wet tracks on her face and the redness at the tip of her pointed nose, Clover frowned.
However, before she could open her mouth to say anything, Stella returned
