“Blake would never marry an ugly pig like you!”
Someone else piped up. “Yeah, Blake would marry some rich society girl, not some hick!”
“She’s not even good enough to clean the
toilets at Harrington Enterprises!”
I wouldn’t call myself a supermodel, but I’m
definitely not ugly. How did I suddenly become
Quasimodo?
People are such freaking sheep, always sucking
up to whoever they think is on top.
“Blake, tell your dad I’m calling off the
engagement. You’re not good enough for me!”
My mom said his dad had practically begged
for this marriage to happen. When he finds out
his son blew it all up, Blake’s going to be so
screwed.
That thought cheered me up a little. I turned to
leave.
But Willow wouldn’t let it go. Still riding high on Blake’s attention, she stepped in front of me
again.
“Bitch, you’re not getting away that easy! You stole my dress and you hit me. I’m not done
with you yet!”
I gave her a bored look. “What are you going to
do about it?”
Willow thought I was scared. She raised her
hand to slap me.
“I’m going to beat you until I feel better.”
I grabbed her wrist. My other hand flashed out
and I slapped her across the face. Hard.
She stared at me, stunned. “You… you
DARE…”
1 backhanded her again. “Feeling better yet?”
Two slaps took the wind right out of her sails.
She burst into tears and hid behind Blake.
“Blake, you have to do something!”
Blake pulled Willow into his arms, glaring at me. “You hurt my Willow? You’re gonna regret that,”
He nodded at his bodyguards. “Get her.
I threw the first punch, knocking one of them to
the ground. But I couldn’t take them both.
