AISLYN

Suzette's angry gaze is still locked on mine. I don't flinch and stare back challengingly.

“The guest of honour has arrived everyone”. She says in a sarcastic tone.

I know she's referring to me, and the tone she's using is also mocking.

The others in the room with us turn around to look at me.

Not letting myself cower in fear or anxiety, I hold my head up high.

“Don’t stop the meeting because of me, please carry on”. I tell them.

Suzette starts giggling uncontrollably. ...