"You can go," Erika said to the maid.
"Well, aren't you going to drink it and taste it?" Felicia tried to persuade Erika some more but Erika didn't bother to listen to her.
"I think it's better if you drink your juice and quit bothering me," Erika retorted with a sigh.
Felicia secretly clenched her fist but still smiled at Erika. After coming up with an idea, she decided to provoke Erika instead. If I provoke Erika, then she might drink the cold juice so as to calm her nerves, Felicia thought to herself.
"Erika, guess what? I'm going to get plastic surgery," she announced.
"Congratulations! Maybe now your son will be able to look at your ugly face and smile for the first time," Erika insulted with a smile.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Felicia demanded from Erika.
"You know exactly what that's supposed to mean," Erika replied.
