Inside the elevator,
Breathing uneven, gaze hateful, Dahlia stayed quiet until the doors slid shut. Then, she snapped.
"You made me apologize!" she yelled, spinning toward Seraphina, her voice echoing off the steel walls, her face red with fury. "I didn't even say anything that wasn't true! I didn't lie. She is just a florist girl. Why the hell do I have to apologize for that?"
Seraphina didn't even blink. 'Florist girl?' If Aveline called a florist girl for being the owner of an event management company, then what makes Dahlia?
She reached forward and pressed two buttons on the panel, 15th floor and ground.
Dahlia continued, her voice piercing Seraphina's ears, "You told Mom and Dad to block my cards? Are you fucking serious?" she hissed, stepping closer. "Do it again, Sister Sera. Just try. I won't stay quiet next time…"
Seraphina finally turned her head, eyes flat. "Go home." She said without getting angry.
