"Even I wouldn't let my girlfriend inside if I had a car like that," One of the onlookers remarked.
Meanwhile, the girl from earlier clenched her teeth in frustration, her anger simmering as she watched the car fade from sight, Hera's smug smile etched in her mind like an unshakeable taunt.
But that smug smile she recalled was merely a figment of her imagination, a cruel manifestation of her resentment toward Hera.
She loathed the thought that Hera had stolen Dave away from her, and it felt as if Hera were mocking her for her failure to win his affection.
"Don't do anything you'll regret for the rest of your life," her brother whispered in her ear.
"What would I regret? Regretting not being thick-skinned enough to seduce him first, so he wouldn't have a chance to meet that vixen!" she shot back, her words laced with venom and indignation.
