Cecilia Northman Vs. Rosaria Thorn

Cecilia looked on at Isabella as the woman seemed quite insistent on that the blond beauty had a rough time, something that caused Cecilia to roll her eyes a bit. In truth she wasn't in the mood to deal with another pest at the moment, but it seemed as Isabella was more than looking to just trade words with Cecilia as she moved in front of the blond and blocked her path. The blond beauty would stop right in front of the white haired woman, staring into the blue eyes of the girl with her own fiery hot red eyes.

" Is that so ? I haven't met anyone who is better and I probably never will. So if you think you can bite my head off, Faker. Then go ahead, take your best shot." Cecilia let out as she'd place her hands on her hips, glaring into Isabella's eyes as she fired back to the former northern queen comment with a nickname of her own to Isabella.

And there was the arrogance that got underneath Isabella's skin so much, that assumption of Cecilia's that she was the genuine article and not the pretender between them. Sure the blonde may have arrived first but that alone didn't make one a true queen, no that required one to prove it and Isabella hadn't seen anything from her that did that yet, and she never would so long as she was there to stand in Cecilia's path. "Oh did I touch a nerve?" She replied, her lips curling into an even wider and somehow more wicked looking grin. "You were a passable queen in your time Cecilia...but that title certainly doesn't describe you anymore does it?"

Isabella stepped past Cecilia, thumping her shoulder into the woman as she passed with a sideways glance at her. "Another night blondie, if you're lucky anyways. I'll knock you off that throne soon enough." With that she continued on down the hallway, leaving Cecilia behind her.

Watching the white haired beauty let out such silly words as she seemed to curl her lips into a silly grin. The blond beauty couldn't imagine why Isabella thought she had touched a nerve or assumed she could get under the skin of the blond beauty, the words that the white haired woman spoke was nothing but foolishness.

When Isabella decided to move past her and bump into Cecilia's shoulder the blond would stand unmoving fixed like a statue as the woman's shoulder bumped into her and then moved past her and headed off. " Better women have tried." Cecilia let out as she would chuckle lightly, before she decided to move away from the conversation and Isabella, heading to her locker room to take a shower and change into her street clothes.