Danelle on the other hand straightened her dress as Dante opened the car door and entered the car.
He closed the door and quickly rushed to the driver's seat.
"That bitch," Danelle cursed, breathing sharply, while trying to fix her dress but it had been torn just by the side.
How could she pour coffee on my file and still throw words at my kids, She had no right! I'm going to make her regret messing with me, she thought, breathing heavily.
She's seen people like Elizabeth, lived with them and she had let people like Elizabeth walk over for too long, she wasn't going to let this slide, never! She was going to teach her a lesson.
"Ma'am, are you okay?" Dante, who had been staring at an angry Danelle from the rearview mirror asked and she raised her head and glared at him.
"Yes, I'm okay. Can we stop by a boutique, I need a new dress…"
"Sure thing ma'am," he responded and ignited the engine.
