"Flossie Wright, I have already arranged with the sergeant. To assess your results from your time with the cooking class and to boost my own enthusiasm for cooking, we are going to have a cooking contest this afternoon."
Jocelyn Carrington looked directly at Flossie Wright, her tone determined and resolute. Her hostility towards Flossie was undisguised.
Even Jocelyn herself didn't know why she was so antagonistic towards Flossie. Ever since she saw Flossie and Rowdy Brightwill in an intimate moment, Flossie had become a thorn in her side. It was hard to explain her feelings, but she knew for sure that if she didn't put Flossie in her place once and for all, she was going to stay agitated.
Standing at the entrance, Flossie squinted, sizing up the seemingly crazed Jocelyn. The provocation and disgust were no longer as simple as before, but now mixed with a deeper aversion and hostility.
Flossie's eyes lingered, a flash of displeasure crossing her face.