Ariella's eyes widened and her heartbeat thumped loudly. She was horrified as she read the letter with trembling hands over and over again. She could barely breathe as fear splintered her heart. Who could have written her this letter, she wondered as she ransacked her memory.
"I don't remember ever offending anyone," she mused as terror flashed in her eyes.
"Ella..."
Denise couldn't take the suspense anymore from her friend. She snatched the letter from Ella's grip and read it out loud.
'Hello, Ariella Porter,
What an outrageous and demeaning show you put up at the Cherry Gala Event last night.
I never knew you were a cheap sl*t. What a horrendous talent you possess, shamelessly flirting with the CEO of Treshvire fashions. When he should be with someone of class and dignity?
You are nothing but low-life trash and should remain in the gutter where you belong.
Stay the hell away from Leon or you just wait and see the unfolding of your gloom.
