caught in the act

ARIANA POV

I stormed into my house, my anger boiling over after the encounter with Margaret and her yoga instructor. As soon as Lewis closed the door behind us, I stood up from the wheelchair, my movements tense with rage.

"That yoga instructor, does she remind you of someone?" I demanded, turning to Lewis.

Lewis shook his head, his expression calm. "I don't think she reminds me of anyone."

I seethed, my anger spilling out. "What did that bitch say? My songs sound like they were written by someone else. What's her status that she thinks she can say something like that to me? People who get close to that thing called Margaret end up being annoying like her. That good-for-nothing..."

Lewis interrupted me, his voice gentle but firm. "But she's right, your songs were written by someone else. No need to get angry."

My anger flared, and I raised my hand, ready to strike. "You fool, you decided to annoy me even more, isn't it?"