"I think you might have misunderstood something, Sarah," Love managed a strained smile and involuntarily took two steps back under Sarah's imposing attitude. "I have never..."
"Never?" Sarah cut her off quickly. "Is this how you cowardly refuse to take responsibility for your actions, bitch?"
"How can you call me that!" Love suddenly switched to an angry and wounded expression, immediately trying to walk past Sarah to leave. "Sorry, I don't want to talk to you anymore, unless you apo—"
Before she could finish, Sarah forcefully pushed her back, causing Love to slam against the wardrobe with a bang. Love, both shocked and angry, attempted to fight her way out, but Sarah expertly caught her arm, gently twisted it, then pulled and turned, effectively pinning her against the wardrobe from behind.
