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Donna

“Now you listen to me,” Constance said, grabbing Dahlia’s arm firmly and yanking her forward. “You will stay clear of Trevor, do you hear me?”

“What do you think you're doing? Let go of her.” I spat, pushing her away from Dahlia. By now, a few people had been drawn by our melodrama, but I couldn't care less.

She lunged forward again, this time with her ebony sidekick