Christy paced her apartment, her mind racing with thoughts of revenge. The slap from Seraphina still stung, both physically and emotionally. She couldn't let this humiliation go unanswered. Her reflection in the mirror showed a fierce determination as she replayed the encounter in her mind.
"How dare she," Christy muttered to herself."That pathetic little girl thinks she can slap me and get away with it? She has no idea who she's dealing with."
She sank into her plush couch, her fingers tapping restlessly against the armrest. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls as the evening sun dipped below the horizon. She needed a plan, a way to turn the tables and put Seraphina in her place.
Her phone buzzed on the coffee table, interrupting her thoughts. She picked it
