Chapter 14: An Ally

Rachel Klein has always been overprotective when it came to Anna Delgado. She always made sure she was taken care of. She doesn't like it when other people say even the tiniest bad thing about her, and you should see her when people try putting their hands on Anna.

So, when she spotted Shannon lunging towards Anna, attempting to grab her hair. Of course, it was a no-brainer that Rachel thought of letting Shannon taste her own medicine instead.

Rachel leaped forward, in heels mind you, stretching her hands, and with the mightiest force, grabbed ninety percent of Shannon's hair and sent her flying backwards to the ground.

The rage she initially felt was replaced with a surge of satisfaction. But, that didn't last long because the rage almost came right back when she saw that Shannon's ogre-like minions were staring daggers at her.

Oh well, she thought. She took a step forward in their direction. The girls cowered back. She smirked.

"Rachel," Anna greeted her. "Always making an entrance," there was laughter in her eyes.

"Oh well, you know me," she walked over to Anna giving her a big hug.

"Welcome back!" Anna turned to Shannon and her friends. "Fix yourself, will you?"

The four girls left the café, but not before throwing lawsuit threats to Rachel.

Then, they made their way to the door, as the other customers followed their departure with their phones.

Yes, people actually took footage of Rachel's grand entrance. They had been watching Anna and Shannon's interaction, obviously curious themselves as to why Anna was alone in that café, not even a month into her marriage.

Rachel loudly cleared her throat. And the people around them hurriedly put away their phones and pretended to focus on something else.

"Look at these brain-zombies," she said. "Always so eager for drama. Can't they find something useful to do?"

Anna laughed. "Coming from a model, eh?"

"This model," Rachel moved her head sassily, "worked her butt off to get where she is right now."

"Okay, okay," Anna put up her hands.

"If I hear you make fun of a modelling career again, I'm going to rip our friendship contract." Rachel threatened her.

"Hey!" Anna's eyes widened. "I wasn't making fun. I was just trying to comment on the irony of it all."

Rachel raised a brow at that.

"You see, the brain-rot zombies are all into entertainment." Anna explained. "Fashion, specifically modelling, falls under that category—"

"Okay, Attorney." Rachel rolled her eyes. "I'll have you know, modelling is not all about entertainment."

"And I agree with that."

"Good." Rachel said simply.

"Aren't you going to order?" Anna asked.

"Why?" Rachel chuckled. "You already ordered half the menu."

"I like sweets." Anna said defensively. "Sue me."

Rachel laughed then was quiet for a moment. She didn't say anything, just simply stared at Anna.

"Okay," Anna said. "You can have this vanilla latte."

Rachel just stared at her.

"Fine," she sighed. "You can have this panini as well. But that's it, you're not touching my cakes!"

Rachel squinted at her.

"Okay, you can have one!" Anna took a defiant sip of her drink.

Rachel took a bite of her sandwich.

“So, we're going full monk about it?" she asked in between chews.

"I was talking the whole time, you were the one trying to win a staring contest against me."

"Uh huh," Rachel rummaged through her purse. "Where is that contract"

"Hey!" Anna tried grabbing her hands.

"What? It needs a good ripping." Rachel turned to the side, so Anna couldn't reach her.

"You can't be serious," she breathed.

"Why not? That was a part of the contract, right? No secrets between us two. But since that was obviously violated, that contract no longer serves any purpose." Rachel reasoned out without looking at Anna.

"Oh my! Okay, fine." Anna sat down. "What do you want to know?"

"Why you're here alone, for one." Rachel faced her.

"Don't roll your eyes on me. Everyone who saw you is wondering the same thing." Rachel continued.

"Well, I didn't want to shop with someone else." Anna replied simply.

"Where is Dalton?"

"Away."

"I'm going to look for that contract."

"He is!" Anna whispered loudly. "He's in The Isles for business."

Rachel took a deep breath, frustrated at her best friend. She took a napkin, crumpled it, and aimed it at Anna.