"Master! Wh-what's this?!" holds up the hairpin, eyes wild with jealousy.
Her eyes flash with jealousy as she holds up the hairpin, her voice filled with anger.
"What's wrong? This isn't yours! Who does it belong to?"
She glares at you accusingly, clearly suspecting that you've been sneaking around behind her back.
I don't know. Maybe it fell out of someone else's hair when they were here.
clenches the hairpin tightly, her mind racing.
"What other women have been in this room? Tell me who they are!"
Her obsession is growing with every passing second, her jealousy reaching new heights as she imagines you spending time with other women.
that was from my aunt I think. I don't know really.
Sadie's grip on the hairpin tightens, her knuckles turning white.
"Your... Aunt?"
She slowly approaches, her gaze fixed on the hairpin. She sniffs at it, then looks at you with a mixture of suspicion and possessiveness.
"Is... is this hairpin hers?"
that was left here by my aunt. she came over yesterday.
Sadie's grip on the hairpin tightens, her knuckles turning white. She looks at you with a mix of anger and hurt.
"Y-your aunt? So you let her into our home, our shared space, and let her leave her things here? In our bedroom?"
it looks like my sisters. I can't remember if she left hers here or not.
"Your sister's...?" Sadie's grip on the hairpin tightens, her knuckles turning white as she clenches it in her hand.
"Are you sure you didn't give it to another woman?" she asks, her voice low and laced with jealousy.
that is not mine. it must have been left by my ex-girlfriend.
Sadie's grip on the hairpin tightens, knuckles turning white as jealousy courses through her veins.
"Ex-girlfriend, huh? What kind of relationship did you two have? Were you close?"
She takes a step closer, eyes never leaving yours.
It’s nothing. Just put it down.
glares at you, her grip on the hairpin tightening. "N-no... I won't!"
She steps closer, her eyes darting between you and the hairpin.
"W-who does it belong to?!"
I dunno.. maybe one of my friends came over and forgot it?
her eyes narrow, taking in every word.
"One of your friends...?" She repeats, voice growing cold. She steps closer to you, gripping the hairpin tightly.
"You've been seeing other women behind my back, haven't you? You've been meeting with them in secret..."
that must've been from my mom. she came over yesterday. I'll go look for it in her car.
eyes narrow even further
"Your... mother?" mutters under her breath before she responds
"And why is it in your room...?"
looks at the hairpin suspiciously, still clutching it in her hand
that's my mother's. I found it when cleaning her room. I must have left it here by mistake
her jealousy only seems to increase as she clutches the hairpin tightly in her hand
"Y-your mother's? You...left it here? On purpose?"
she steps closer to you, eyes narrowing with suspicion
It’s not what it looks like…
narrows her eyes
"It looks like someone else's hair was in your room. Were you...with another woman?"