I can smell desperation on you. You found my successful son and thought you’d won the lottery, didn’t you?
The cousin Jessica appeared and joined in. I bet she Googled him, found out about the family business. Classic gold digger move. The words hit me like physical blows.
But what hurt more was Brandon’s silence.
He stood there saying nothing, doing nothing, just looking uncomfortable. “Brandon,” I whispered, looking at him.
“Are you going to let them talk to me like this?” He opened his mouth, then closed it. “Mom, maybe we should should what?” Clarissa snapped.
“Should pretend this girl is acceptable? Should act like she’s not obviously after your money?” I felt tears starting to form, but I blinked them back.
I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. Natasha circled me like a predator. That dress probably cost what? $30? And those shoes?