When Love Comes Late by PASSION

Yet her darting eyes gave her away.

Stellas lips curved into a cool, almost taunting smile.

Without breaking eye contact, she reached for a pair of scissors lying on the table.

Holding them out to Lindsay, she said smoothly, Go ahead.

Isnt this what you wanted? Heres your chance.

Take these scissors and destroy the dresses-or come up with some other brilliant way to ruin them.

Lets see if youve got the nerve.

Lindsay reeled from Stellas abrupt challenge.

Her eyes wide, she shot back a fiery retort.

You think I lack the guts? A tremor of mixed anger and panic vibrated through her voice.

Stellas smirk only widened, her tone laced with provocation.

You claim courage? Prove it.

Stop the chatter; Im itching to see your next move. Consumed by fury, Lindsay seized the scissors with a fierce grip, hoisted them aloft, and brought them down toward the lavish dresses, unleashing the pent-up storm of jealousy and resentment.

wrath,

thoughts swirled

Stellas eyes, gleaming with mockery, fixed on

Werent you just a

s ...

that the realization

glint of malice flashing

are you? Her words were sharp as she took a cautious glance around and indeed, her gaze caught

alarmed look and

so naive,

with scorn, You boasted of daring to

spooked by a little camera? Seems

fierce red,

gritted teeth, she spat,

her, Stella advanced, plucking the scissors

Heed my warning, Lindsay.

and Ill make sure its

you without

in Stellas eyes sent

by Stellas menacing words,

an accusing finger at Stella, Lindsays

me! Stella merely laughed off

backstage? Did I coerce you