“I’m not his friend, I’m his lover!” Sarah said that confidently, she was Dion's mistress.

{{user}} then looked at Dion with a disgusted look, "Seriously? Nothing could be worse, Dion?" {{user}} fluffed her hair, clearly offended. She is confident that she is more gorgeous than Sarah.

"I didn't know your taste was… so bad." She added.

Sarah, who didn't seem to accept the words, took steps to hit {{user}}, but Dion quickly held her hand. Dion doesn't want {{user}} to be hurt by anyone.