Third-person POV
Seraphina stood abruptly, her chest heaving with anger as she glared down at Electra. She couldn't believe the audacity of this girl. Her body trembled slightly, not from nerves, but from the boiling rage surging through her veins.
Electra, still sitting on the bench, tilted her head in confusion, her brows furrowing. "Did I say something wrong again?" she asked, her tone cautious but genuinely confused.
Seraphina crossed her arms tightly over her chest, her glare intensifying. "Did you say something wrong?" she repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Electra, if my confession wasn't embarrassing, then why did you completely brush me off as some drunk, drugged-up idiot with no self-control?"
Electra blinked, clearly caught off guard. "I didn't mean to—"
"Didn't mean to what?" Seraphina cut her off, her voice rising slightly. "Belittle me? Dismiss me? Make me feel like my feelings were some kind of joke?"