False Romantic
Her gaze was as cold as ice, and as it swept past Charlotte, it carried an unveiled sense of disdain.
"If I didn't come back, who knows what kind of person I'd have to call my sister-in-law…" She scoffed, turning to look at Charlotte. "Right, Charlotte?"
Startled by her glare, she staggered backwards, tearing up as she did. "I… I never did anything bad to you, right? Why do you hate me?"
Not paying any attention to her dramatic act, Jeanne took out a stack of photos from her bag and threw them at Charlotte. "You've never done anything to me, sure, but I've heard many stories of your glorious exploits overseas."