"And who is this bitch now?" Leonora grumbled, scanning the woman who seemed almost her age. She thought her friend already had enough troublesome people in her life and didn't need to add one more.
Enora crossed her arms and scanned Rivana, her dress a little too bold for her liking. "When my father kept praising you to the skies, I thought you were different." With disgust in her eyes, she added, "But you seem like another woman trying to get into my cousin's pants."
"Young miss, please mind your language," an elderly woman, almost in her late sixties, rushed inside. Turning to Rivana, she quickly bowed, apologizing for Enora Dynar's behavior.
"Ah, you are Ezekiel's daughter," Leonora murmured aloud. Sneering at Enora, she shot back, "Your father kept saying we were kind of similar. Oh lord, he is so wrong." When Enora frowned, she hissed, "I wasn't born with a foul mouth unlike you."
