"You! The one who used the back door is a dog!" Camilla swore. "I got here on my own merit, fair and square! Unlike a country bumpkin like you, who just used her vixen face to marry into a comfortable life."
The one thing Cecilia Adler couldn't stand was being called a vixen.
'Who did she seduce?'
'And what was wrong with living a comfortable life? Shouldn't she?'
'What girl gets married for a life of suffering instead of comfort?'
"I can't be bothered to listen to your useless barking!"
She strode toward the entrance.
"You're the dog!" Finding her pretext to retaliate, Camilla attacked Cecilia from behind.
She reached out and shoved her.
Caught completely off guard, Cecilia staggered and fell.
Her palms slammed into the ground, a fiery sting shooting through her skin.
She looked down.
Several bloody scrapes marred each palm.
A passing student rushed forward to help her up.
"That Camilla has gone too far. This is just blatant bullying."
