"Who were you talking to?" Sabrina yelled.
"How dare you barge into my room!?"
"This is my brother's home you sl*t!"
Hilda took a deep breath. She remembered what Jacqueline had told her.
"I- I was talking to my friend, Jack".
"Another man? You have the guts to tell me that to my face".
"No, she's my friend, Jacqueline".
"I hope you were taught a lesson today. Don't you ever disrespect my brother!"
"I'm sorry". Hilda said, cupping her head.
"You better be, b*tch!" Sabrina said, storming off.
*******
At the Thompson's…
Elenore sat in a plush leather chair in her enormous garden, sipping the contents of a glass, which contained the 1947 Cheval Blanc.
The atmosphere was chilly, and the wind blew her hair. Elenore felt calm, sipping her wine comfortably
