Jenna's brown hair twinkled in the mirror. She finally got her sight back and she's feeling better and more devious than ever.
"Don't worry, Jenna - he won't be around you for much longer," came a deep, sneaky, albeit feminine voice from behind her.
She knew the voice was Shana's but she'd also thought their relationship was done for good. "Please leave," Jenna exhaled.
Tears dribbled down Shana's face as she slammed her emboldened hand down on Jenna's fingers and felt the eruption of tears.
In response, Shana stammered nervously and recoiled in remorse. "What Toby Cavanaugh did to you was completely unforgiveable."
Jenna declined, shaking her head, her face muddled with tears, as she felt herself sobbing to no extent.
"He did to me what I deserved." Her voice was a low, unconvincing whisper, and it did not go unnoticed.
"You deserve better." Shana crumbled in to tears. "So let me do this for you - if not for me, then for yourself."
Immediately after Shana walked out the door, leaving Jenna behind, her phone rung and she picked it up.
The message read: "Liar, liar, panties on fire. Better extinguish it quick."