Octavia replayed Alice's performance over and over again watching it with intense anger building up within her.
"She thinks she's so picture-perfect and pretty now. Silly little bitch." She seethed.
"Nuh-uh. Language." Her mother said rearranging her bags.
"Mom, That was supposed to be me. She took my spot and she took my shine. She put me in this situation by spoiling my reputation, and now she takes all the praise while I rot here in this hospital bed."
"Calm down sweetheart," Victoria said.
"That was supposed to be me receiving the encores. She's a witch who hates me. She wants to see me fail."
"She is a witch who hates you, and she doesn't want to see you fail. Just like how her mother hated me and took everything I wanted."
"Can't we get rid of her now Mom?"
"Just a bit of time sweetheart. Exercise a bit of patience."
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