My mom stepped out of the car. “Let’s see who
wants to skin me alive!”
The second I saw my mom, the floodgates
opened. “Mom!” I choked out, finally feeling
safe.
She rushed over and wrapped me in a hug.
Leaning into her embrace, I knew I was finally
safe.
The rubberneckers went nuts when they saw my
mom’s ride.
“Holy crap, that limo is a limited edition,
worldwide!”
“Anyone who owns one of those is seriously
loaded. Willow just messed with the wrong
person.”
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“Yeah, but is she richer than the Harringtons? I
doubt it.”
Willow, still clueless, skipped right up to my
mom, all attitude.
“So, you’re the cougar? Your daughter thought
she could steal my dress and attack me! How
are you going to pay for this?”
My mom’s eyes narrowed. “How do you want to
pay for it?”
Willow, too stupid to see the danger signs, laid
out her demands.
“That dress is mine. Your daughter touched it,
so it’s ruined. You’ll pay me ten times what it’s
worth. And for slapping me, she’ll get on her
knees and beg for forgiveness. Then she’ll slap
herself twenty times.”
“And the most important thing? That bitch has
rr
“”
to call off her engagement to Blake.”
She acted like she was doing us a favor. “If you
do all that, I might let you off easy. Otherwise,
you’re not leaving this store!”
My mom actually laughed at that.
She patted my shoulder, then stepped up to
Willow, slow and deliberate.
“The engagement is definitely off. Blake isn’t
good enough to wipe my daughter’s shoes, so
you can have him. As for everything else…”
My mom’s hand flashed out and slapped Willow
across the face. “You’re dreaming. The only
ones not walking out of here are YOU.”
