As the events of the morning settled within her, Arabelle had difficulty controlling her emotions which threatened to burst out of her like a volcano. The scene had hit her like a tidal wave - the man she had grown fond of, the only one who had ignited a spark within her, was already entangled in the clutches of another girl. Anger surged through her veins, a hot mixture of resentment and disbelief.
Arabelle had remained silent all through the journey as she had tried to compose herself. Once checked into the hotel room, she threw her purse onto the bed as furious tears rolled down her cheeks. Just then her phone started to ring and she answered it with a cry, "Can you believe this, Mom?" she seethed, her voice laced with a bitter edge. "All this time I've been investing my emotions, my thoughts, into him, thinking we had a connection. And what do I find out? He's got a mistress, someone else holding his attention!"
