“Stella Newton?! Who doesn’t know Stella Newton? Aren’t you ashamed to just take her name from your poor filthy mouth?”
She obviously doesn’t believe me. She casts a condesending look at me like she always do.
“You can’t just come to this party hosted by my uncle and take a famous designer’s name, bluffing like you’re an aristocrat!”
I’m not in the mood to fight with her any more, I take out my phone and go straight to Stella’s I*
account.
+25 BONUS
WASIT
I see a king on ber 1*******m from her phone, going to Stella Newton’s official account and tapping on her profile in Stella’s recent post, the latter is showing how she is creating her latest dress which to my utter ber; what Aria is currently wearing
The ladies who are gathered around us gasp as they see the video. I start to hear them say all kind of things. “She’s so laky to get her dress made from Stella Newton,”
“De vor even know how difficult it is to even get an appointment from her boutique?
*ed to get her to design my dress for this event, but I was on the waiting list,”
As I watch Aria strut in her Stella Newton dress, a surge of rage flooded my senses, burning hotter with every step she takes. How dare she flaunt her undeserved privilege? The sight of her confidence and pride only fuels the fire within me igniting a primal urge to lash out.
Be stick, so song and self–assured, taunts me like a red rag to a bull. I clench my fists, feeling the sharp edges my nails digging into my palms. The image of sinking those claws into her flawless skin, tearing away that facade of superiority, consumed my thoughts like a relentless inferno.
My mind races with violent fantasies, each more gruesome than the last. I imagine the satisfaction of seeing her pretty face coccors in pain, bet arrogance shattered by the reality of her mortality. The urge to act is
verbalming, a primal instinct urging me to unleash my fury upon her.
asmuch as I long to lash out, to silence her with my own hands, I remain frozen, trapped in a silent battle DECTURES, DERSON and rage. The consequences of my actions loom large, a daunting barrier between impulse and
te that moment, words fail me. All I can do is seethe in silence, my anger simmering beneath the surface like a dormant volcano, waiting for the perfect moment to erupt
“Next time, before you insult someone publicly, do some research.”
The other ladies seem to be liking her and they just look at me and back at each other, giggling. Aria turns her back and leaves, chudding
I remain in a comer, knowing that no one will speak to me for having tried creating a scene at the event. I go to the bar for a drink. I order a Daiquiri cocktail. I see that bitch afar, enjoying the limelight and I want to throw something at her.
“Hey Don’t be disheartened,” a familiar voice can be heard next to me.
As I tum, I see Sophia. She’s so much better than that Arial I wish my brother had married her instead of Aira!
“I’ve seen and heard everything, dear. Just don’t worry. I’m with you.”
Sophia’s presence is enough to make me calm down. In the past, we have both schemed to bring this lowly human down and tonight we shall bury her.
“Ah! I’m already so pissed off with this bitch! Why did she even come into our life? I wonder who is fucking her
ke this for her to be able to afford such luxuries!”
“With regards to the dress, I don’t think that she has bought it or gotten it as a gift.”
“How can be so sure about that?”
Think about it. Bow can she ated Stella Newton in just aweek of parting from Adam? Don’t tell me that you bere it’s really a giften Stella Newton”
What Sopitia sats real makes sense Adam has not left anypenny in het account and knowing Aria, she can’t add such an expensive designer Maybe she only borrow this dress from Stella?
“She must have thought about stating a ch man at the party, hence she borrowed the dress somehow. Stella is known to be generous to beggars sometimes.
We all know that Adia has ahays been after rich guys 1st how she trapped my brother? She’s only doing the same thing now.
“Ragna.. S. it means that she will need to recam this dress
I
Seginia and both look at each other. Seing friends for longe could read each other’s minds
“Should we teach her a lesson then?”
aber
“Of course Since she need to retom that dress to Stella Newton, it would be awful if something happens to
- se. I see a waitress walks by with a tray of wine. I immediately takes one from the tray, smiling as I think 2000 MORE I’m about to do.
*Buc. Der dens is back I remind ber
*well still per stained and damage the fabric. Just trust me.”
de the vine cascades onto Aria’s dress. I feel a rush of satisfaction mingled with uncertainty. The act is impulsive, boot of anger and any, but now dochts news at me. Is this the right move? Will it only make things worse?
Seeing Adia’s stocked expression stirred conflicting emotions within me. Yet, amidst the turmoil, a spark of defiance flickers. I have taken a stand, consequences be damned. But as the tension lingers, I brace myself for
estions lie ahead
Inmead, she says with a smile, “Oh, you clumsy Eval 1 see this dress has been haunting you too much!”
Sopitia
mandly says, miring Aren’t you mad? Don’t you need to return this dress to Stella Newton? Don’t you know that she hates her dresses getting spoilt?
To our firsthay. Aria remains calm and replies, “Why would want to return a dress which has been gifted to me?
