Chapter forty
(Matthew's POV)
*What the hell are you doing here?!" Michelle shouts from the staircase where she stood with a glare directed at innocent little me.
"Michelle, do you know him?" Abigail asks with a frown making its way to her round face.
"Yes, auntie. He's Cassandra's friend," She replies, still glaring at me as if I killed her pet.
Ignoring her obvious dislike, I make eye contact and tilt my head towards the door. She seems to get the message judging from the scowl that appears on her face.
I turn to Abigail so I can excuse myself only to come face to face with three slightly identical girls with curiosity, a glare and suspicion on their faces. They all have the same as Abigail, whom I assume is their mother.
"Who are you?" They ask in unison which should have been cute but it just creeps me out.
"I'm a friend of Michelle." I hear her scoff but ignore it. "I have to ask, are you triplets?"
"No," They chorus again, arms akimbo.
"Oookaay, I will take my leave now."