Suddenly, the door swung open, and Kalix stepped in. His presence filled the room, his sharp gaze scanning the scene before landing on Dianna. "What's going on here?" His words held a tinge of frustration as his eyes seethed with anger. He didn't need to ask more; his stare already demanded an explanation.
Dianna, sensing an opportunity to manipulate the situation, quickly straightened herself, using the moment to slander Winter in front of him.
"Kalix, she pushed me," Dianna said, lifting herself from the ground in an exaggerated manner. She placed a hand on the table for support, deliberately making it seem like she was struggling to stand.
Winter rolled her eyes. A sarcastic chuckle escaped her lips. She had tried to maintain composure, to be understanding, to avoid being seen as weak or petty. But Dianna's dramatics were enough to make her look like a fool.
