Margaret looked at me like she was contemplating something, then finally tightened her lips and went back to work. I scoffed,
"Mhh..mh. That's what I thought." As I started stomping out of the kitchen, she finally spoke.
"You're not good enough for him."
I had just reached the door. I stopped, turned around, and moved towards her.
"What did you say, Margaret?"
"I said you're not good enough for him. I don't know what he sees in you. You're a weak little—"
"Shut up, Margaret," I interrupted. "You can't say anything about me or Edward for that matter. You are just a maid here." I didn't like what I said but I didn't care.
"Yes, I am. But I know and love Edward more than you and your weak brain can ever comprehend. And I know for a fact that you are nothing but a weak parasite, tryin
