At Clara and Delphine's house, they were outside to welcome their children.
"Welcome back, my babies. What about Pe-" Clara was shoved to the side by her daughter.
"Allison, is everything okay?"
Jaime sighed, "She confessed her feelings again to Zyran and... you know what happens every time."
"Aww," Clara pinched her brows. The woman turned to look at her husband. "What do we do about her?"
Jaime chuckled, "Nothing, Mum. An angry Allison is the best tool we need right now."
Allison walked straight inside her room, which was filled with posters of Zyran as her wallpaper, including her pillow. She dragged them out in anger, yet no scream left her lips.
"He picked her over me! Over me!" Allison picked up the mannequin that had Zyran's face on it, and when it fell, she fell with it and kissed it.
"I'm going to have you! You belong to me! Me!!"