"Who are you? Who brought you here? Where are you from?"
The consecutive series of questions said in an extremely rude and authoritative manner left Jazmín stunned—in fact, totally speechless.
She stared wide-eyed at the woman before her, and one word appeared in her mind.
'A Karen?'
A self-entitled, demanding, rude, and overly self-important bitch that thinks she is the law and has the power to decide who gets to live. Jazmín saw through the woman's demeanor right away, and her face changed when she saw the way everyone was silently staring at her—like an outcast who had begged her way here.
In an instant, her rage sparked. The carefree temperament surrounding her vanished like a tide and was replaced with an equally crazed look, matching the vibe.
"Excuse me? I beg your pardon? Did I hear you clearly?"
Her voice thundered, causing the woman to reel from the shock, not expecting such a swift rebuttal from someone she considered lowly and a prey.
