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"Who are those for?" Not that she cared (and she didn't,) but it was Cissa, so she needed to know.

Narcissa remained quiet, softly murmuring to herself as she carefully wrapped a small box of gourmet chocolates.

Interest piqued, Bella made another attempt at civility.

"Tell me,... or else," she warned, to which Narcissa answered with a slow shrug, infuriating her all over again.

Bella quickly stole the box, and Narcissa pleaded relentlessly— pathetic, large, watering eyes, and trembling lip forcing Bella to actually feel remorse for taunting her.

"Fine. Have it your way."

She'd leave it alone. For now.

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