Luna's regretful eyes stuck at the palm she used to imprint the slap on Ana's cheek; not even once she had marked someone's face with her spank before. However, Ana's altercation of mortifying her in front of the public with her swift slap attack sparked the fervor of exasperation in her heart which, out of her control, caused that flash of defense from her.
Her bottom gradually docked on the stool near the vanity table where she was standing in between, scrutinizing her disquiet on the mirror; the shadow of Ana, because of her strife with that girl, still dwelled in her mind no matter how hard she deleted out.
Luna only rose from her seat at the hit on the door; Xie Yin, one of the maids but to her, a personal assistant, grinned at her at the doorway after she unlocked it.
