Charity stared at Dylan and Ariel with hatred and envy. Dylan was hers. How dare that little bitch to snatch him from her? Who was she?! Where did she come from?! What was her plot?! What was her aim?!

That day Dylan had introduced the woman to her, she should have done something about it. Did this bitch think she'd just let the love of her life go like that?

This witch had snatched her potential boyfriend from her, and she was sure it had been deliberate.

Charity took a glass of beer, emptied its contents, and walked to the dancing couple.

"Hi, handsome," she said when she got there....