ZEBRINA'S POV

I sit in my bedroom, trying to unwind after a long day. But my peace is short-lived, as the door bursts open and Lora storms in, her face twisted in anger.

"You think you're so perfect, don't you?" she spits, her voice venomous. "You think you can just waltz in here and take whatever you want, like you own the place"

I look up at her, taken aback by her fury. "Lora, what's wrong?" I ask, trying to keep my voice calm.

"You're what's wrong," she sneers, her eyes flashing with hatred. “Where are my car keys?"

I smile softly, handing her the keys “Sorry for taking yours,...