ARIELLE
"She can't go!" I heard Serena's loud protests outside my bedroom, my senses perking at the alarming annoyance in her voice.
I stepped outside, curious to find out what kind of a tantrum she was throwing this time, only to see her fuming at her mother over something Angela was holding in her hand.
"Miss Arielle!" Marine rushed to my side the moment she saw me exit the room.
"What's going on?" I asked the mother-daughter duo, my brow already twitching.
"You!" Serena hissed, pointing her shaking finger at me. "How were you invited to the Art Museum Auction?!"
"Ah, that," I grinned, realizing that the glossy piece of paper in Angela's hands was my invitation. "It just turned out that way. Why?" I pressed on, my words like acid dripping over Serena's wounded pride. "Haven't you received your invitation, too?"
