“Give me that,” Emma snapped with a deep scowl on her face. “What the hell is her problem?”
Emma snatched the cell phone from Lyra. “Now, listen up you b***h! You better get off this call before I lose it. How dare you call her and start ranting nonsense.”
“Mmm,” Rose scoffed, “And who are you to tell me what I should do or not? By the way, it's just a pity that your miserable friend can't attend the wedding.”
“What wedding?” Emma asked, her gaze fixed on Lyra.
“You heard that right,” Rose burst into a creepy laugh, “My wedding with Tristan. How does that feel? I bet she's sulking in misery right now?”
“Get outta here, you psycho,” Emma barked into the phone. “You're such an eyesore.”
“That's if you can see me,” Rose laughed slightly. “I want you to help me pass the message across.
