Third person’s point of view.

(LEGENDS CREATION COLLEGE, BEVERLY HILLS)

Ingrid and her minions stood at a corner, she balled her fist as she glared daggers at Arabella who was laughing to something Daphne had whispered in her ear.

“Ingrid, don’t tell we’re gonna let them go like that” Mitch said, her legs itching to storm towards Arabella and fight with her.

“And why were you being so polite to her just now? Don’t you hate her anymore?” Another of Ingrid’s minions asked with a frown.

Ingrid narrowed her eyes and tightened her fist, her body shook as anger and hatred pumped through her veins.

“Of course, I hate her...