Chapter 35
Julie's Point of View
Sam finished gathering his tools, took one last look at my perfectly pinned hair, and said with a faint smile,
"Good luck, Julie."
I gave him a mysterious smile and thought to myself:
'That is exactly what I need luck... to stand by my side so that this night passes as I have planned, not as your master did'
The moment he closed the door behind him, I felt the weight of the scissors in my trouser pocket; they were calling to me.
I reached out to take them out, wanting to feel their cold texture, but I returned them to their place with the speed of light when I heard the doorknob move again.
Olivia entered, her gaze scanning me with insolence, walking around me as if inspecting a flaw in expensive merchandise.
She said in a tone dripping with venom,
"Despite the brilliance of Patricia and Sam, you still look like a wild sow."
