Anita looks really pretty in the short red backless dress she's twirling in. Six-inch heels I would never think of wearing, she wore with pride. The dress hugged her curves, advertising her cleavage. Her thin lips are a bloody red, earrings sparkling. She is dressed up, looking all nice and lovely, for a murderer.
"You know, it was stupid of you to think that you can come in between Sia and I. He would never allow anyone to separate us, so don't bother trying," she says snarkily. I roll my eyes at her antics.
"I learnt my lesson the hard way. I can never do such a thing now that this already healed wound would be a constant reminder," of how much I hate you, I wanted to add.
"Whatever. Sia says red suits me, you know since I have red hair," she says, checking herself again in the mirror
