Evelyn burst into her home like a hurricane, the door slamming so violently behind her that the sound echoed through the walls. Her body shook with fury, her nails digging into her palms as she paced, eyes wild with rage. “I can't believe she did that” she thought, her heart racing.

"Who does she think she is? *Who the hell does she think she is* to even look at me, let alone touch me?" Her voice rose to a shriek, as she breathed heavily sending a shiver down Charlotte’s spine as she sat quietly, watching the storm unfold.

“ A pathetic little beggar who got lucky, crawling her way out...