Michelle had gone several steps away from where Rachel and Eleanor stood. But her anger had consumed her that she didn't notice that a few men had been staring at her. She stopped at a place and made a funny face showing how mad she was.
"She is always acting like a fool. I am sick and tired of her. Eleanor this, Eleanor that, I can't bear a fool like that."
She saw a chair and sat down on it trying to forget everything that happened a few minutes ago. Unbeknownst to her, there were men who were watching her. They were four men, but only one of them had his eyes and heart on her.
She sat rigidly in her chair, her eyes blazing with fury as she pressed her fingers to her forehead, her gaze flashing with a silent warning: "Don't. Push. Me."
