Bianca's POV
I walked down the hallway with a satisfied smile on my lips. I don't know what is in that portable container but I have the feeling that the broken bottle hurts her badly.
At least I got the reaction that I wanted, that is to tell her not to mess with me.
My eyes glimmered with irritation when I noticed the figure at the other end of the hallway.
"Mtcheww," I hissed and ignored the person.
"Aren't you at least going to say hi or just nod to acknowledge a presence?" The person asked, causing me to stop in my tracks.
"Ooh!..." Turning around, I half covered my mouth with my palms.
"So sad I didn't even notice a figure talking more about knowing that a living thing was here," I sneered in sarcasm.
"I thought that you were a statue," I sneered wickedly.
A wicked smile graced my lips as I watched her jaw clench in anger.
"Well, that hurts," she faked her tone.