Charlotte stared down at Arya's hands gripping hers and suddenly pulled it off..

"Don't touch me!"

Arya relaxed back on her seat with a mocking smile on her lips..

"Ma'am she wants us to be the caterers at her party" Sam added..

Arya stood up to her feet glaring hard at Charlotte, she gripped the latter's arm tightly the next second..

"Really? are you that considerate?"

Charlotte's teeth gritted in annoyance, she looked around only to notice the gazes flying around to their direction..

And plus, Arya's grip around her arm was beginning to tighten and hurt, she quickly pulled away when she couldn't bear the pain anymore..

"It seems...