Are those from a discount store? People were laughing now. Actually laughing. And phones were everywhere, recording every humiliating second. Then Clarissa stepped closer to me.
Close enough that I could smell her expensive perfume. Listen here, you little gold digger,” she hissed loud enough for others to hear.
“I know exactly what you are. You’re a nobody, a nothing, some poor little girl who saw an opportunity and took it.
My son deserves someone from his level, someone with class, breeding, education, someone who belongs in our world.
You, you’re trash.” That’s when she slapped me. The sound cracked through the ballroom like a gunshot.
My face snapped to the side, my cheek burning. There were gasps. More phones came out. I could see someone had gone live on social media.
The viewer count was climbing rapidly. I stood there stunned