BRIDGET'S HOUSE
Bridget stormed into her apartment, slamming the door shut behind her. Her heels clacked loudly on the floor as she made her way to the kitchen.
Reaching for a bottle of wine, she poured herself a generous glass, taking a long sip before muttering, “That stupid Elizabeth. I’m going to kill her.” Her heart was pounding fast.
She took another sip, her free hand gripping the counter. “She dared to slap me again today. Twice!” Bridget’s eyes burned with anger as she paced back and forth, her thoughts scattered.
“I need to teach her a lesson,” she muttered. “A lesson she will never forget in a hurry.”
She paused mid-stride as an idea struck her. A sly smile crept across her face. “I could report her actions to Miguel. Tell him Laura and Elizabeth teamed up to assault me on
