“You-“ Lorenzo took a step forward, ready to defend his sister, but Amara rose her hand and stopped him.
“I can handle this.” She told him before turning her attention back to Fiona. “So you’re still like this?” Amara eyed her. “And that dress,” She chuckled. “Jesus, where did you get that hideous thing from?”
Fiona was rendered speechless, but before she could speak, Amara was already talking again.
“Well, it suits you. Trash wearing a trash bag, accurate, wouldn’t you say?”
Fiona quickly went red from head to toe, but she managed to calm herself, taking in a deep breath before she could act out disgracefully.
“You’ve grown balls, I see. But let me tell you something, this place isn’t a place for dirty poor orphans like you. Security-!”
“You don’t have the authority to do that.” Amara cut in confidently.
Lorenzo who had quietly been watching, smirked at Fiona’s dumbfounded expression.
“Excuse me?” She spat, taken aback by Amara’s boldness that she didn’t know where it came from.
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