Ilyana crossed her arms one over the other and looked at his face. She feels somewhat upset that she was the only one who felt mad when Lev doesn't seem to know what he was annoyed of. She sighed as it wasn't his fault but to wake up after such a night to find that her bed was empty somehow reminded her of their first time sleeping under the influence of alcohol. Although she was the only one who was drunk, he had left her in the bed so she would feel a stuffy feeling in her chest. She inhaled a mouthful of breath and nodded her head, "Nevertheless, I have to explain to my mother what I had done to Samuel and why I had started the fire. He wouldn't let me off easily today. Whether it's Uncle Zennox or Samuel."
"Can I come with you?" Lev offered with a brimming smile.
Ilyana felt her heart quickly lifted in happiness. She was a little upset a second ago but now she felt so happy she would kill— she meant, she would sing and dance.