Iris is looking in the mirror at her swollen nose. "That woman should be called poison ivy instead of a beautiful flower. I can't believe she hit me. Hell, wasn't she taught not to abuse and disrespect her elders? Ouch, that hurts. " She touches her nose.
Olivia is walking into the room with a neck brace on. "What are you complaining about? At least she didn't try to kill you as Lance did me. But I'm not done with her ass. I've already called the press to come here." She walks over to the window, looking for them. She looks at her watch "I don't understand why they haven't arrived." Her phone beeps. "I don't know this number", Olivia mumbles.
"They don't consider you the Queen any longer. So why should they jump?" Iris turns to look at Olivia reading a text.
"Text"
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