บท 205: A crescent Moon.

Emily wavered when she met the fire in Arwen's gaze. "Y-You still doubt?" she stuttered, her arms falling limply to her sides. 

Arwen crossed her arms confidently before shaking her head. "No," she said, her voice calm yet laced with with subtle challenge. "I am just trying to confirm with you. Will I?" 

She let a small, knowing smile adorn her face, aware that the slight curve of her lips undoubtedly get on Emily's nerves.

And it did. Emily's composure cracked as the smile picked at her ego. 

"Arwen, don't always act so high and mighty," Emily hissed, her voice trembling with frustration. "You are no longer holding the same position there. Stop pretending you are someone special everywhere." 

She then turned toward Mr. Castille, her tone falsely taking a sweet note. "Mr. Castille, you are misunderstanding her for something she is not. Take my advice and —" 

"Show her the door," Mr. Castille interrupted, his expression calm and resolute.