Mathilda
She's dressed to perfection, with black tight-fitted business suit pants, and black stiletto heels and her hair is packed up in a ponytail so tight that I wonder if her scalp doesn't hurt.
Her green eyes are perfect, everything about her seems perfect. And her face is in disappointment.
She halts on seeing us and when she sees me, her disappointment withers away and replaces itself with scorn.
"You little bitch." She insults me and starts taking menacing steps toward me as if I am the reason for her anger.
"If you touch her, Phoebe, I swear on my balls I will hurt you." Simone barks through gritted teeth. I can't see his face, but I can tell he's glowering at her because she suddenly stops.
"She's the reason Cahill doesn't want me anymore." The blonde yells.