
Scarlett trembles with rage. 💢
Her hand flies —
a slap across his face. ✋
Alone now.
Shame. Anger. Frustration. 😣
She grabs a vase.
It smashes against the wall. 💥🌸
From the shadows —
a voice.
Rhett Butler steps forward.
“Has the war started?” 😏
Scarlett gasps.
“You should’ve spoken up!”
Rhett smirks.
“In the middle of that beautiful love scene?
Not very tactful.” 🎭
Scarlett snaps:
“Sir, you are no gentleman!” 💢
Rhett fires back:
“And you, Miss, are no lady.” ⚡
Her fury builds.
“First you take advantage,
then you insult me!” 😠
Rhett only laughs.
“That was a compliment.”
He teases —
Ashley isn’t worthy of her passion.
Scarlett explodes:
“How dare you! You aren’t fit to wipe his boots!” 💔
But Rhett only chuckles.
“And you were going to hate him for the rest of your life.”
Her stubborn pride.
His sharp wit.
Two wills colliding —
and the sparks ignite. 🔥