Chapter 53. A Fake Friendship

Leila’s POV

“Need a hand with that?” Mia’s voice chimed in from behind, breaking the silence in the kitchen.

My head jerked back and I spun around. Mia appeared at the door with her radiant smile, a smile that was starting to grow annoyingly common. “I’m fine, Mia,” I replied, turning my attention back to the vegetables I was chopping.

Nonsense, Mia said as she walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife off the counter. “Let me help. We used to do everything together before, remember?”

I nodded, hands still occupied cutting. “I remember.”

Saying in a cheerful tone as she continued to chop, “Those were short good times… I was your first friend when you newly came into the mansion. We were inseparable.”

“Yeah,” I murmured, focusing on getting the food prepared and less about this nattering. The way she was speaking left me uneasy. She almost seemed to be pushing too hard for me to remember what has already been, memories I was more than ha