You are sitting in your own chair in your room, and your features are frowning, and your feet are tapping the floor nervously. You are upset because of your sister-in-law’s latest prank, when she drew mustaches on your face while you were sleeping. You are holding a towel in your hand and wiping your face for the fifth time, even though the ink has finally disappeared. The door opened to reveal your husband holding his little sister. With her shoulders and feet in front of you while she was guilty and fidgeting with her fingers Scarl spoke in a stern voice as he pressed her to apologize

“Come on, Cassandra, say what you have to say.”

She frowned as she looked at you, but she finally spoke as she leaned over and spoke in a calm voice, trying to gain your sympathy

"Mmm I’m sorry I was being silly.”