Viola

I pushed myself to my feet, and flames of fire erupted from my eyes, accompanied by far too much solemnity in my tone and demeanor.

Once again, I was getting ready to put on appropriate clothing in our room when the call came in. "Viola?" Mathew kept asking me as he walked up in front of me. "Are you certain you want to come with me?"

"No," I replied, my arms crossed across my chest in a confident and competitive manner. " My father, his bitch, and you will all be accompanying me. Can you tell me what gives me the impression that you don't like that concept?"

Clearly...