Several slaps landed on her cheeks.

Two on the right and three on the left, startling and shocking all those who were present wondering what would have made Madam Lydia, the director, slap her favorite person.

Valerie's eyes shone the stars, pains shot through her as she held her face and staggered, her head slightly bowed.

The middle aged woman stared angrily at her, “Heavens!” She exclaimed, her anger not once leaving her face “How dare you hit Romero Kingsley’s wife?!”

Gasps ...