Selene's POV
After typing out the message, I paused to read it over before hitting send and placing the phone on the bed beside me. Without waiting for a reply, I turned to my computer.
Once the light from the screen hit my face, I opened a new tab and typed in, “basics of ship operations and sea navigation.”
I was in the middle of scrolling when the door suddenly slammed open and Leena marched in, holding something in her hands. Her face was red, and her footsteps loud.
“What’s wrong?” I stood up quickly.
She held out a small box, barely holding it together. The top was cracked, and inside was a vanilla cake that looked chipped, messy, and clearly handled.
“This!” she snapped. “Do you know who sent this, Lady Selene?”
My eyes narrowed. “Who?”
“Lisa,” she spat. “That stupid bitch.
