Ileana clenched her hands back in to fits for a moment, a scowl marring her face. Finally, she slammed her palms on the table, "It's not to me! I'm the one who has to deal with this, not you."
"Esme knew. She told me to be careful and that was it." Ileana made a frustrated noise in her throat as she stood, "You have no place to tell me what I can or can't do. I like him and I am going to see him. If you learn to be reasonable, I'll tell you his name someday."
She wasn't being reasonable either and storming off to her room didn't make her look anywhere remotely mature, but it felt really good to slam the door to her bedroom as she made her exit.