With a look of intense rage in her eyes, Lydia sprang at me. Like a blazing flame, her long, curly hair flew after her. Her envy made her attack even more vicious since she regarded me as a competitor for Michael's affections.

"You think you can take Michael away from me?" Her voice sounded like poison as she spit. "You think you can take what belongs to me?"

Despite my best efforts, Lydia was too strong to overcome. She launched herself at me, her fingers snaking like razor blades at my face. My dress tangled around my legs like a trap as I rolled on the ground to evade her...