Alaina had to quickly turn and apologize for her clumsy nature before she finally put her attention to the hand which showed such an aggressive entrance.
The arms belonged to none other than the one and only, the most charming lady, the beloved Ariadne. She was full blown glaring at Alaina with daggers included.
"How dare you touch my boyfriend with your filthy grimy hands?!" Ariadne spoke in her shrill sharp voice, or more like demanded.
"I always knew you were jealous of me," Ariadne seemed to be huffing in fury as kept whining and accusing in a high pitched voice and Alaina only stood there, watching. It was best to not entertain her flair for drama.
"But now you will stoop so low to try and steal my boyfriend from me?" she kept up her complaining and among which Alaina listened half of it.
