"She can no way be Esmeralda. Esmy is dead." Antonio's voice whimpered in Pandora's ears.
Staring at the young lady beside Max, made her a bit uneasy. She had no physical resemblance to Esmeralda, neither did their manner of speaking similar. Was is because she was jealous? Pandora wondered.
When the lady wrapped her hands around Max, Pandora felt a rush of jealousy through her spine. She couldn't stop flinching, and kept gulping every saliva in her mouth.
Like ravening force, she felt like rushing in there and shoving the lady's hands off Max, but she couldn't, and it only made her insides seethe.
"Let's leave here." Antonio tugged her arm, seeing the fury that was brimming like a furnace in her eyes.
"Just a minute." Pandora pleaded. Tears instantly gathered in her eyes. "Look at them, don't they look as though they are couples? Is she his toy?" She asked snickering.
