"What the—" Penelope raised her head and looked at Ariana who was holding her by her hair. Her eyes widened as soon as her gaze met with Ariana. At first, there was shock before it was engulfed by a roaring rage.
She glared at Ariana and snapped at her harshly, "And what do you think you are doing? Let …let go of me! Let go…go of me! Or else my parents will hear about this! Don't think you can do whatever you want!"
"You have lost —ouch admit it—"
"Shut it," Ariana snarled, she had never snarled but at that moment, she did not care about anything. Her voice was harsh enough to make Penelope go silent, her mouth turning into the shape of an O.
Even though she was dragged by her hair, the woman didn't speak for a while.
Most probably it was due to the fact that no one had spoken to her in this tone. How dare anyone? After all, she was the precious daughter of the Ashford daughter.
