The door burst open with a sharp crack. Shattering the tense silence in the room.
"Eleanora, have you seen my—oh."
Anastasia stopped mid-sentence as she took in the scene before her.
Her sharp crimson eyes darted between Kyle and Eleanora.
Who sat stiffly on opposite ends of the couch, trying too hard to look casual.
Eleanora's face was flushed deep red. The color nearly matching her crimson eyes.
Her fingers gripped her skirt so tightly her knuckles had turned white.
Kyle wasn't faring much better. A faint pink tint colored his cheeks as he avoided eye contact with anyone in the room.
Anastasia's perfectly shaped eyebrow arched upward. "What were you two doing?"
"Nothing!" Eleanora answered too quickly. Her voice an octave higher than normal.
She immediately bit her lip, realizing how suspicious that sounded.
'Damn it all,' she thought, willing her face to cool down. But the heat stubbornly remained.
'Of all the times for you to walk in, Sis...'
