Screw trying to come up with words. Prisana's blood boiled furiously as she stomped over to where Erica stood. She didn't even say anything. Her hands went straight toward pulling Erica's red hair and she even managed to pull off some of the fake extensions which fell onto the floor. Erica screamed as Prisana slapped her across the face.
Prisana was a little surprised herself as she never thought she'd be this angry. She had to look at her hands to make sure this was really her, bursting out of anger and pulling on Erica's hair. Every time she ran the scenario of meeting Erica in her head, she always ended in a puddle of tears. Reality was much violent than she imagined.
"Giovanni! Get your crazy wife off of me! Ah!"
He only sighed and covered his face with his hand. Then he flickered his gaze over to Clarice who peeked from out the entryway with other servants, at the scene unfolding.
"Clairce! Could you separate the two from each other?"
