Amelia looked at Genevieve for a moment, she'd always known that no matter what she did she couldn't beat Eve in whatever she was doing. To put it simply, Eve was good at everything she did.
"I think Mr Calhoun suits you, Eve." She remarked and the distracted Eve brought her eyes back to Amelia's face.
"What do you mean by that?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about." Amelia snickered.
Eve's brow arched, "If I did I wouldn't have asked Alia." She replied in a duh tone.
While trying to act like she wasn't saying something bad, Amelia knew what she was talking about. She was indirectly calling her dumb.
"He's the best for you because just as you are: old and wrinkly on the inside, that's just how Mr Calhoun is for you." She answered.
Genevieve lips curled up in an evil smirk, "Well then baby sis, thank you for your generous words. Now, if you don't mind leave." She ordered then turned her face from hers.