She was raging furiously by the time she walked away from the hotel. Her nails had successfully dug deeply into her palm making them bleed.
Her teeth clenched harder on her tongue drawing blood from her lips. She hated Arya with a passion. She had no idea when and how her hatred started.
She didn't care to find out either. All she knew was that as long as that woman lived, she would know no peace.
Her driver would occasionally look at her worry evident on his features. She was biting hard on her nails now and the sound she made from time to time drew his attention.
" Are you alright, princess? Do you need anything?" His voice broke the ugly sadistic thoughts that clouded her mind. She glared at him for a while before snapping out of it.
" Yes! Take me to a public park, please. I don't want to go back to the Villa just yet." She was in her element, acting out the role of the sweetheart princess that she had been doing for years now.