"What are you doing here?" Logan's voice was deep and stern as he greeted Blanche even before she stepped foot in the villa.

Blanche took a step back, slightly surprised. "I was looking for you, of course. Auntie Lara asked me to find you."

"And why would they do that? They know how much I hate you," Logan casually replied, glancing at me. "Leave, Blanche. No one wants you here."

"Whoa, chill. You're always so harsh, Logan. I was just kidding. I didn't come here for you," Blanche said, looking straight at me. Her black gown swayed as she moved.

"Can we talk?" Her request was genuine and serious. It...