A Snitch In Time, Stops A Fight.

With a look of exhaustion, Maura dries her hands, staring at June through the mirror, who does the same as she awaits Maura to turn around.

"What do you want?" Maura asks with a heavy sigh of exhaustion.

Finally, when her arms are dried, she turns around, now facing June, pressing her waist against the sink as she crosses her legs.

The tension in the room became so thick that one could cut it with a knife.

At one glance, anyone could recognise that Maura and June will never get along.

With one step forward, June leans into Maura's face but Maura remains unshaken as she grins with one eyebrow upwards to question June's action.

"I came to find out the reason why you created a scene on my wedding day," she says with overwhelming boldness.

"I don't see any reason why I have to explain myself to you. Like I said, I was merely looking out for my late friend." Maura answers.

A cloud of thoughts concerning how to get June off her back overshadows Maura's thinking, especially since she wa