Simone stepped into the house, pushing the front door shut with a sigh. Her head throbbed from frustration, and all she wanted was to disappear. But instead, she found her mother pacing back and forth like a worried hen.
The moment Vivian caught sight of her daughter, she hurried over. "Simone, what happened? Are you alright?"
Simone collapsed onto the nearest chair, shoulders heavy with exhaustion. "Do I look okay to you, Mom?" she snapped, voice tired.
Vivian paused, studying the tension written all over her daughter's face, and chose to hold back a sharp reply. Simone's eyes were raw with anger, the edges of her mascara smudged from stress.
"Tell me what happened," Vivian finally asked.
Simone clenched her fists, anger simmering beneath her skin. "I'm going to make Danelle pay. I will make her bow at my feet. I swear it."
Vivian swallowed hard, uneasy at the venom in her daughter's voice. "Simone, what exactly did Chane do? Did he really—"
