TIFFANY'S POV
Elora's hand connected with my arm the second Yin's carriage disappeared around the corner. "Are you insane?" She asked.
"Ow! What the hell, Elora?" I rubbed my hand. For someone with a tiny hand, she struck hard
"Why did you tell Yin that Irene loves those flowers when you know damn well she's allergic?" Her eyes were wide, somewhere between horrified and impressed. "Those poppies and oleander are going to make her face swell up like a balloon."
I examined my nails, fighting back a smile. "Did I say she loves them? I said she'd absolutely love them. Technically not a lie."
"Tiffany—" I clamped her mouth shut.
"What? You want me to feel guilty?" I turned to face her fully. "Leave me alone, Elora. I just want to see how their little romance turns out. That's all."
"That's all? You're literally sabotaging your sister's relationship!" She slapped my hand off. "That girl has done you no wrong."
