Lily Armstrong covered her face, shaking with anger, "How dare you hit me."
Aria Richardson shook her hand, "I've already hit you, and you're asking if I dare? Want another slap as proof?"
"You bitch, Alexander chose you, you're feeling proud now, aren't you?"
Aria looked at the furious Lily Armstrong and nodded, "Yes, I'm very proud, and seeing you like this makes me even prouder."
Aria stood in front of the washbasin, reaching out to wash her hands under the faucet, then pulled out two tissues to dry them.
"Besides, it was he who chose me, not that I forced him to. Why don't you go slap him? Instead, you're going crazy here with me."
After drying her hands, Aria stepped around Lily Armstrong and walked out.
Lily Armstrong stared at Aria's back, her eyes burning with rage.
Lily Armstrong had never been so humiliated.
If not this bitch, then who else to blame? She could never swallow this anger.
