Eve
I went into the washroom that Mitchell had directed me to. Mitchell had been shooting me death glares and looking down her nose at me with the most sinister look on her face. She looked at me like I was a smut and useless crap. I felt like popping her eyes out with the fork I was holding to eat some classy food that I didn't appreciate.
I took a napkin by a steep on the wall. I furiously wiped my dress harshly, turned on the tap of a wash- hand basin. I knew nothing was going to be well in this party.
The way people looked at me; like a beggar and worthless crap that didn't match wwith the standard of this place. Especially the b***h herself, Mitchell. She used every chance she got to hold Justin's arms, rested on him incessantly and shot me devious smirks. She wrapped her hands aro
