Antoinette gave her sister a bewildered look. "Eliminate?" she looked around swiftly, then leaned in, "as in to kill?"
Sibyl shrugged, continuing to sip her tea, as if she hadn't just dropped a bombshell.
Antoinette shook her head, "You must be sick."
"I am. I am sick of the state of my life," she deadpanned.
"But, Sibyl! You'll get yourself in trouble," her sister said in a worried tone.
Sibyl chuckled, "Don't you trust me? Have you forgotten who your sister is? Trust me, Antoinette. Surely, I would have a plan. I'm not acting foolishly."
Antoinette's lips pursed. She wasn't so sure about that.
She then cleared her throat, "Okay, then. So what's the plan?"
"I thought you would never ask," Sibyl beamed, then dropped her tea cup back on the saucer.
Her eyes lifted to her sister's, and she said, "Do you still remember…Daria?"
Antoinette's face paled. She slowly shook her head, "No …"
Sibyl's brows knitted, "No?"
