Hannah Hale looked at Laura Lowell's red and swollen face, her weary brows knitting slightly. "Who on earth did this? What kind of grudge do they have against you to be so ruthless?"
Laura Lowell had finished her IV drip and was now sitting on the sofa watching TV. Although her face was still painful and itchy, it was much better now.
She pulled Hannah Hale down to sit on the sofa. "Zachary Redgrave just called. He said they've found the person who tampered with my makeup, but she refuses to name the mastermind."
"Then beat a confession out of her. I refuse to believe she can be that tight-lipped."
Nearby, Yvonne Sloan handed a peeled orange to Laura Lowell. "LoriaLaura, have some orange."
"Thank you."
Laura Lowell smiled as she took the orange, but an almost imperceptible strangeness flickered in her eyes as they swept over Yvonne Sloan.
