Chapter 88

Stella blinked, understanding only half of what Tristan said. Then, she muttered, "She's not outstanding. She's a bad woman." Tristan said nothing and simply smiled. A few minutes later, Genevieve walked out of her room, dressed in a clean set of beige loungewear. The unnatural flush that had been on her face moments ago had faded, and she was back to looking as cold and aloof as ever. Stella immediately trailed behind her like a shadow. She looked up at Genevieve with a twinkle in her eyes and said, "Genevieve, I want to learn how to paint." She pointed at the golden flower on the tip of her own nose and said, "I also want to paint a beautiful flower like this." Genevieve stopped in her tracks and cast a sidelong glance at Stella. She wondered what kind of trick the little troublemaker was trying to pull. Stella had been glaring at her earlier as if she wished she could put a few holes in Genevieve with her eyes. But now, she wanted to learn from her? But it wouldn't be hard f