Fiona had stood up from her seat. On her hand was an empty glass of water and water droplets lining her finger. She stared at Miss Jane, the woman who she had threw cold water to. With a soft smile, Fiona watched the horror coloring the women's face including Limey's. Miss Jane was at loss of words as her red hair had turned darker with cold water wetting them. She stared at the floor and her own face as she try to comprehend what had happened.
Immediately her next cue was to fume in anger, "What the hell do you think you are doing Fiona?!"
Fiona watched Miss Jane with a look of disdain as though she was looking a garbage, "You do not expect me to sit here while listening you mocking my best friend and my husband, don't you think?"
