C23 THIS WAS WAS BETRAYAL WRITTEN IN GOLD-LETTERED TITLES AND MARBLE CORRIDORS.
Just immediately Elena walked it, sunglasses perched on her head and hair tied up in a loose bun. She took one step inside, overhearing Mia last sentence only.
“Wait, who doesn’t own a stove?” she asked, eyes darting between Stefan, Mia, and Mose. “And what the actual fuck is going on here?” Her voice rang through the living room like an alarm.
Mia didn’t bother hiding her amusement
