Sandra's POV.
Revenge was best served cold, I had heard people say, but I never knew the thrilling feeling it would give to me once I experienced it.
I was exhilarated.
Elated.
Happy to my balls, if I had any, but since I didn't, I would say that my ovaries were dancing.
I crossed my legs and leaned back in my chair, earrings dangling down towards my neck as I watched her fall.
Watching Elizabeth tumble off her seat with a dull thud, had to be one of the best moments I had witnessed in life.
It brought a smile to my face as my lips curved so deeply at their sides.
I wanted to do much more than smile. I wanted a roar to come out of my lips, but I couldn't.
I had to stomach the laughter threatening to bubble up. I couldn't let it out. No, not now. Instead, I smoothed my skirt over m
