Valerie and Stella had barely entered the outdoor lounge premises when she stopped Stella by the door and started bombarding her with different inciting questions.
"Where the hell do you think you are coming from, Abby? Valerie asked in a hushed strained tone. She intentionally called Stella by her real name to unsettle her.
"Who told you that you were free to leave this mansion without my consent? Do you think you're here for some kind of joyride? Have you forgotten your mission? Do you think I'm going to allow you to dress like a whore and seduce my man with your new look? What makes you think you can go around visiting a salon or changing your appearance without informing me first."
Stella stared into Valerie's inflamed eyes and said calmly. "Why don't we take a seat first and chill? As you can see, I've been out all day in these heels and standing here is killing my feet."