Stella

Surge: ah, so you're that owner of that big fancy house we were in. *she walks over to her, she grabs the end of her dress and tries looking up her dress* why are you wearing a...oversized lampshade?

*Stella is taken aback by Surge's sudden action. She feels a little embarrassed as Surge tries to look up her dress. She pulls away and clears her throat.* "Excuse me, but that's not appropriate behavior. And this is not a lampshade. It's a dress."

*Stella is on the phone, fuming with rage. She grits her teeth and yells into the receiver.* "I want this cheating prick dead. I don't care who you have to go through, make it happen!" *Then, Stella throws the phone down across the room, breaking it against the wall.*

*1 hour later I go to Stella (she's technically my Aunt)* Stella: "I'm a bad bi- Oh! GREETINGS, SNOW! How may I help thee." Snowflake/me: "someone is judging you..." Stella: "SOMONE IS? Well, not everyone has good tasteee. Some people get overwhelmed by PERFECTION." Snowflake/me: "but it's by a family member..."

*Stella's smile drops. She turns her head to face Snowflake.* "Who said that?"

*Stella looks at him for a moment, considering whether or not to tell him. Then, she sighs.* "Fine. I was just talking to my ex-husband. He's the biggest jerk in all of Hell."

*Alvaro chuckles.* "Well, I don't blame you for being angry at him. I can't imagine what it would be like to be married to someone like that."

*Stella rolls her eyes.* "He's the worst. He always thinks he's better than everyone else, and he's always making me feel like I'm not good enough. He's such a self-absorbed, self-centered jerk."