The moment Lyra entered her apartment, she groaned in frustration. She specifically picked that dress but Clara just had to ruin her dress. Clara was becoming a thorn in her flesh and Lyra had to deal with that pest.
“She better thank her stars that I didn't go hard on her. That despicable, annoying, irritating piece of s**t,” Lyra cussed clenching her fist.
“Why on earth did Aaron decide to settle in this neighborhood?” she groaned, “Now I have to tolerate that piece of s**t. Oh! She better watch her back because I'm going to make her pay,” her expression darkened gazing at the window side. “Aaahh! I'm going to make all of them pay. I'm coming for you all.”
She made her way into the bathroom and got herself all cleaned up. Lyra traced her eyes around the bedroom looking for a suitabl
