"What... what did you say? Where did this chicken soup come from, say it again!?"
Millie walked in with a thermal container, and Sasha Hammond, finally reacting, hurriedly grabbed her.
"It was sent by Mrs. Johnson, brought for our Skye Brown, to help her recuperate." Millie thought Sasha was still pining over Mr. Wellington, so she repeated herself in a not-so-pleasant tone.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the words left her mouth, Sasha turned her head in disbelief and grabbed Skye's hand: "Skye, who are you really? It's incredible you could even manage to impress someone as picky as Mrs. Johnson!"
"It's a pity those people outside are still waiting to see you defeated by Miss Williams... Skye, you're completely hidden in plain sight. Impressive, I, Sasha Hammond, am extremely impressed. Luckily you kicked me out early, otherwise, I wouldn't even know how I'd perished."
Skye smiled but didn't reply.
