60 Trail Pt IV: (You can never be too careful)

'Shit, I fell right into his trap and the joke wasn't even that funny.' Emilin couldn't help but curse in her mind.

It was a rare moment for her, it wasn't every day that someone could do something to make her so flustered, but her face didn't show any of this. The decade-old ice face came in clutch in moments like these.

'This won't work. Should I keep pretending? But I don't think he'll buy it.'

While Emilin thought about what she should do next, she took out a handkerchief, handing it to Cenci, whose shirt was wet from the water that she had been drinking, and then, that she had no longer been drinking.

If the person in front of her was able to think of and employ such a nasty tactic at a moment's notice, Emilin seriously doubted that he would easily fall for her not-so-great acting.

'Just why did I have to react? Now I have to make something up.'