Arielle's POV.
As soon as the door closed behind Damien and George, Cecilia went into a fit.
"How dare you?" She flung the glass cup closest to her on the ground and the poor thing shattered into a million pieces. "Who the hell do you think you are, Arielle?"
Rather than reply to her immediately, I took my time and calmly observed her.
Irritated by my behaviour. She took a step closer, pointing a dangerous finger in my direction. "I know what you are trying to do but I promise you, I'll end you first before you—"
"You need to calm down, Cecilia," I said in a low but firm voice.
She became red, as if her blood was boiling hot.
"Calm down? You are a cheap, shameless whore!" She cried out but I scoffed.
"Oh now, I am the shameless whore?"
Her eyes narrowed and she looked like she would burst with rage as she slapped her palms on the table, rattling the innocent plates.
