Whispers of a Sham

It was apparent to Genevieve, who was glowering at her. Unbothered, she lifted the glass and took a sip. The juice tasted just like the one she had finished.

Given their proximity, Dante could see her red lips coming into contact with the glass. The color of her lips was in stark contrast to the transparent glass. He gulped at the sight of it. He adjusted his glasses and forced himself to look awa