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.

of her wrath, a seed

of anxious thoughts

ploy by Stella? Stellas eyes, gleaming with mockery,

Halting mid-rebellion? Werent you just a

s ...

the realization

glint of

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

followed Lindsays alarmed look and offered a

so

with scorn, You boasted of

now, spooked by a little camera? Seems your bravery was

cheeks burned a fierce red,

gritted teeth, she spat, Dont get

scissors from

Heed my warning, Lindsay.

Ill

you without a second

Stellas eyes sent

weight of panic, Lindsay was shaken by Stellas menacing words, causing her to flinch

finger at Stella, Lindsays

set this trap for me! Stella merely laughed off the accusation, her

I lure you backstage? Did I coerce you