*Ophelia*
“Are you f*****g serious, Camila?!" I screech, banging open the door to her dressing room, phone in hand, on the verge of exploding. If flames could logistically come shooting out of my ears, I know that there'd be a fire in no time. “Did you think I wouldn't find out about your little hospital visit?"
Camila sits in her chair, her makeup brush in hand as she stares at herself in the mirror. She doesn't even bother turning to face me; instead, she makes eye contact with me through the damn glass. “Whatever do you mean, Ophelia?"
Her fake innocent act adds to the fire in me, my blood beginning to boil. I grab the b***h's chair and spin her around to face me, not giving her a chance to go ANYWHERE. “First, you start spreading these horrid lies about me, making it look like I'm t
