"Forbidden fruit!!" Phoebe bellowed angrily. She raised her hand to slap that table and everyone braced themselves for the impact.
Fortunately, Star intervened, sending out some magic so the impact of Phoebe's angry slam was zero.
"A person cannot get married quietly in Citrus city without the nosy media finding a way of making it dirty and ugly." Phoebe complained as she kicked the leg of the dining table. "I was born a Mayfair princess. What poverty to princess nonsense stories are they writing?"
Everyone tensed up again. They looked at each other and shared similar thoughts. 'We are familiar with the punching, kicking is new.'
Maureen wondered if it was the right time to purchase a furniture company. If Star matched Phoebe's energy after birth, they would need a new table every day.
