Lenore POVI stood my ground, as I stared deeply at Yvonne. “She called me a harlot, Trent. That is why I slapped her.”Trent looked at me, a genuine surprise written all over his face. “Yvonne, is this true?” he asked, his tone was sharp but calm.Yvonne scoffed as her arms crossed on her chest. “I never said that. I only told her that she didn’t belong here. Is that such a crime?” She gave him a look of mock innocence.“She is lying,” I responded firmly, my voice was shaking with anger. “She insulted me first. She always does.”Trent turned to me, his brows furrowed. “Lenore, you need to stop creating unnecessary drama. Even if she said something hurtful, you should have used words to defend yourself, not violence.”I stared annoyingly at him in disbelief. “You’re saying I should have cursed her back instead of slapping her?”“Yes,” he said firmly, as if it were the most logical thing in the world.My hands clenched into fists. “Well, let me tell you something, Trent. If she ever ca
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