Joyce, still covering her burning cheek, sneered, "You finally revealed your true colors. Now, I'll let Rafael see what kind of shrew you really are."

Eileen crossed her arms. "Rafael knows exactly what kind of person I am. I'm just learning from you—saying one thing in front of people and another behind their backs."

Joyce took a deep breath. "You're quite accurate in your self-assessment. You've said so much, but you're just suspicious that the incident at the pool was related to me, yet you lack evidence, don't you? I'll say it again, I'm not stupid enough to do something that would make Rafael hate me."

Eileen stared at Joyce....