Serena's jaw clenched tightly after Mitchell walked away, her teeth grinding together as she fought to keep her composure. Of course, she didn't fancy Lucian in that way, but Mitchell's last words had ignited a fire within her, making her want to punch the girl's face until her eyes were so swollen she wouldn't be able to recognize him even if he stood right in front of her.
But she held herself back from going after Mitchell. She wasn't one to engage in a public fight, especially unprovoked—or even slightly provoked by mere stupid words.
A small wicked smile appeared on her face when she promised herself that she would find a better way to deal with the girl.
Taking in a deep breath, she continued toward the dressing room, her steps steady despite the storm of emotions swirling inside her.
An attendant was already waiting by the curtains, her hands clasped neatly in front of her and a polite smile on her face.
