Tabitha's POV
Noticing the shift in Kelsey's expression, I calmly dried my hands with a tissue and applied hand cream with deliberate care.
"Miss Arnold, I'm not sure what you're trying to prove here—whether it's your childish games or the family background you take pride in. All I know is that in matters of love, the one who is unloved is the real loser. Derek doesn't love you. I'd wager he feels more affection for the old man selling coffee on the corner than he does for you."
I set the hand cream down. "If I were you, I'd be too embarrassed to even show up, let alone make a scene."
"Tabitha, let's wait and see who the real loser is. We will meet again soon."
Kelsey retorted, though her lack of confidence was evident.
Indeed, what I was proud of was not anything else, but Derek's l
