Jasmine stood on the stairs, her expression neutral. "Welcome home, Cruella."

Cruella scoffed, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "What's it to you?" She snapped, continuing up the stairs.

Jasmine's voice stopped her. "Where are you coming from?"

Cruella spun around, her gaze icy. "And why is that your business? Do you have nothing better to do than spy on me?"

Jasmine's expression remained calm. "I'm not spying on you, Cruella."

Cruella's eyes narrowed. "Then why ask? You think you have ...