"I'm sorry…" Through gritted teeth, she spoke. Every word that escaped her mouth felt like a death sentence to her ego. The humiliation of having to beg the other for help in clearing her name was something she could barely handle.
[…] The embarrassment doubled as the other remained silent. She could feel her entire body heating up with anger, prompting her to take deep breaths to calm her temper.
"Are you willing to come home and talk with me?" Her voice was unusually strained, yet she tried her best to make it as soft and sweet as possible.
[Alright.]
"Thank—" The call ended before she could even express performative gratitude. "How dare she—!?"
Her jaw clenched tightly, matching the pale fingers around the pink phone as she tossed it on the bed. She had been spending all of her time locked in her room, only allowing the maids to bring in food every so often.
