"Jenna," Olivia ran after the young woman who was still fuming. She tried to grab her hand and stop her from walking in further; with her anger, she could do something that she would regret later. Though Olivia had a feeling that Jenna had poked a hornet's nest.
Lois was kind, but when she was ready to shake hands with the devil, her beauty equalized the darkness in her heart. Olivia had seen it firsthand; she looked the other way because most of the time, the women had come unprovoked against Lois.
"Jenna... please wait," Olivia raised her voice this time, with a tired sigh following after.
Jenna turned to look at the girl's face, and for a second, her anger vanished. It wasn't the girl she was angry at. It was herself.
