Do You Know Who I Am?

Before the flustered manager could even process the two burning red handprints on Clarissa’s cheeks, the spoiled heiress found her voice. She shoved a manicured finger through the air, pointing directly at Maeve.

“You!” Clarissa screeched, her voice cracking under the strain. She turned her glare on the trembling manager. “Call security right now! Drag her out of here! She’s the problem! Look at