Stephanie howled in the middle of the night on an empty road. It took all the pain she would feel not to drag her own hair, forcefully yanking it out from the root.
"How did she even get that video?" the young woman asked the night air, her voice filled with desperation. "That girl keeps getting on my last nerves, and I hate her for it! I don't even want to have a dialogue anymore, she needs to get out of the picture entirely," her voice becoming eerily calm.
A sinister glint was in her eyes that revealed her emotions: seething rage to have Mila removed from her life.
"Always in my way, somehow even when I try not to care about her." Stephanie squeezed her shirt, causing it to wrinkle. She turned to the car parked in front of her. "And you were also sent out of the party."
Robert stepped down from the car, his shirt buttons left flying open and his hair scattered in different directions, like his fingers had been running through it mindlessly.
