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Ava wasn't paying to what she was doing at the bar, as she was more concerned with what Beatrice was up to. An attractive woman had joined Beatrice at her table, sitting down next to the nun. With Ava distracted, she didn't realise she was getting the order wrong.
As the young woman and Beatrice talked to each other, Ava, unbeknownst to her, was glaring at the woman.
Who is she? And why is she talking to Beatrice? Why is Beatrice listening to her? she thought, only realising that she had made a mistake with the drinks when the customer complained.
I could murder her, Ava thought angrily about the other woman, then paused. Wait... am I jealous? Of someone talking to Beatrice?
Ava paused again.
I think... I am.