Chloe Alden's eyes were bulging, her face full of anger and hostility.
"Do you know what happens when you force someone into a corner?"
"Corner? Eldest Miss Alden, did I hear it wrong? How do I remember it was you who suggested the loser go humiliate themselves with that group of foreign friends?"
Cecilia Vaughn stared coldly at Chloe Alden's frenzy, her expression calm and unhurried, with disdain and contempt equally serene.
"Are you perhaps a goldfish? Only seven seconds of memory? If this is called being cornered, then maybe you shouldn't keep your hair so long..."
Cecilia Vaughn, indifferent, held the scissors and stood up leisurely, the scissors in her hand gleaming silver in the sunlight.
Chloe Alden froze, the words she wanted to shout getting stuck in her throat.
Her hair!
