My compliment had most definitely gotten to the redhead, light sparks coursing through her, but that wasn't enough to eliminate the throbbing annoyance she was feeling.
After our meeting with the pope, she had lost her cool and went on to make a string of mistakes with me.
I might have made her see reason, but that didn't stop her from feeling the sting of being outdone.
"She'll get over it."
Considering how every plan she had for me had just been flipped, I didn't blame the woman much. The pope hadn't even explained a thing to her, he just sent her off with a new boss.
A few steps later, we were in Lucy's room. The place was clean and well-scented. Chiara hadn't bothered to knock, so we walked in on the blonde seated on the bed, reading a book.
Lucy was calm when she saw Chiara, but the moment her eyes landed on me, her face quickly reddened.
She hurriedly got off the bed, looking at Chiara questioningly.
"You could have called for me."
