lewis and Ariana's fight
ARIANA POV
As I stormed into my bedroom, my bag slipped from my grasp, and Lewis trailed behind me, his eyes fixed on mine. The door clicked shut, and I whirled around, my anger simmering like a pot about to boil over. The image of Margaret's smug face at the event still seared my mind, and I lashed out at Lewis, my hand cracking against his cheek in a stinging slap.
I grasped his collar, my fingers digging deep, and yanked him closer, our faces inches apart. "You fool!" I hissed, my voice trembling with rage. "You dismissed my concerns, told me I was hallucinating, but it was her, wasn't it? Margaret, flaunting herself at Stella's banquet, stealing the spotlight!"
My words spilled out in a torrent, venomous and bitter. I released Lewis, my hands flying up to my hair, tangling in the strands as I shook my head, trying to dispel the toxic emotions. "The mere mention of her name makes my skin crawl! She's a cancer, a plague, and she needs to be eradicated!"