The distant look on Michael's face had disappeared, replaced by a curious look, as if I had something on my face or done something extraordinary.
I shouted, but not everyone was staring.
I saw my fist in mid-air, and I could feel Mia pushing the blonde out with her paw.
At that moment, my outburst made me want to use force. I was shocked by the idea that I was acting so impulsively, which, to be honest, wasn't like me.
I retracted my fist, and I heard Mia's displeasure in me.
"Mia, this isn't right. We can't do this."
I told Mia.
"Get her out of here," said Mia.
"Get out of here, Joanna. I already said that," Sasha spoke on Mia's behalf.
Sasha took a step forward. I knew she was on my side.
Joanna finally looked at me. I looked at her and decided that if she didn't get her filthy paws off Michael in three seconds, I would fight her.
