Melanie’s POV
The last thing I wanted today was a confrontation from, Lydia. I was so over her s**t and it looked like that’s exactly what she was spoiling for.
“Please excuse me,” I said, deciding to opt for the polite approach but it seemed she was spoiling for a fight.
“And if I don’t?” she asked. “What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know why you have an issue with me and I don’t really care,” I replied and held up the boxes in my hands. “I have to get these gloves to the nurses’ station so please step aside.”
Lydia glared daggers at me and I could see the anger radiating off her. If steam could come out her ears, best believe it would.
"That's exactly the problem I have with you," she gritted. "You're an ass-kisser pretending to be a sweet girl."
I frowned. What the hell was she
