“Sister dearest.” Emma grinned as I passed by her in the hall.

“Emma,” I mumbled, ignoring the scorn in her voice. We weren't still talking to each other like before since the event that happened back in her room.

I was fine with it, as I didn't need to hear her constantly talk about my husband.

“It's a surprise to see you quite cheerful this morning. I mean, you are always grumpy.” She mumbled, scrunching up her face.

I rolled my eyes at her assertion; I wasn't always grumpy. I guessed it was when Sin and I often fought with each other. She was talking about. I usually look furious...