(CORRINE)
"And where do you think you're going?"
I face him again, blinking slowly. "My room?"
"I'm still sitting here," he points out.
Confused, I look at him. "Do you need something from me?"
His jaw tightens, and he crosses his arms over his chest. Is it just me, or does his face look slightly red?
"I don't always need something from you. Another designer is waiting outside. This time, I'm going to make sure you get appropriate dresses, even if I have to supervise everything myself."
That throws me off. "I can do it myself."
"I don't remember asking you."
This is a man who doesn't like being told no, and I'm starting to notice that his behavior is unpredictable, as well. Yet, his harsh words seem more familiar than anything else.
I glance toward Bella, who is still standing stiffly near the couch. This whole situation is far too uncomfortable for me, but do I have a choice?
There's a knock on the door, and Sigrid enters. "Should I bring in Melody?"
