Vicky Hawthorne was speechless.
"Ethan Sinclair's cousin? A champion for Claire Donovan's romance? Or their number one shipper?"
Lianne Lianne crumpled the tissue into a ball and tossed it into the trash. "Vicky Hawthorne, no matter how much you want them together, you have no standing to say any of this to me."
With that, she turned and left, leaving Vicky Hawthorne with her hands on her hips, puffed up with anger like a pufferfish.
Vicky Hawthorne had been pampered since she was a child and had never known a single worry. In her heart, love was paramount; reason and self-respect were a distant second.
A recent scandal involving a male celebrity's affair had only fueled her anger, so her hatred for "Canaries" and third parties who wrecked relationships was understandable.
To Lianne Lianne, her cold remarks meant nothing. She couldn't be bothered to take them to heart.
...What a drama queen.
