Countdown to Goodbye
She just smiled softly, without a trace of warmth.
There was a bit of provocation in that smile, and even more pride.
She had won so completely. She deserved to be proud.
Kayla reached out to open the gift box on the table.
"Let's all have some cake."
Unexpectedly, Lawrence, who had been calm throughout the negotiations, rushed to stop her.
"Don't. You're allergic to peanut butter. Let me check it first."
At that moment, the scene in front of me turned into sharp blades, tearing straight through me.