Author's POV:
If only her smoldering gaze ignited fire, the painting of the woman she hate had been turn into ashes. If she only had the guts to ruin it right now, she would. But she restricted herself from doing so for Rozz trust her wholeheartedly.
"Jiguko e ike kono ama!" (Go to hell b***h!) She slurred with her clenched fists.
She intentionally cussed in Japanese medium, cautious that someone could hear her.
She never thought that someone who was basically a transferee, and a troublesome student would steal her dream guy away from her, Rozz. She wanted to doodle ugly lines around the painting, throw some gross liquid solutions to mar the painting. It was just a painting, she thought. A painting that was a physical shell on how Rozz was so nuts about her—Page Rickard. Anyhow, she c
