“Let me go!” Macy shouted at Annette’s brother as he pulsed her towards the door.
Her voice reverberated loudly in the now silent hall. There was disgust and contempt in the eyes of the guests as they watched the spectacle Annette was hell bent on making of Macy.
“Shut up. Paul, take her out please, she’s too noisy.” Annette ordered in a bored tone.
“You can’t do this to me!” Macy yelled as she struggled against Paul’s steel-like grip. “I’m the child’s mother! I was invited here! Stop!”
“Oh, stop whining.” Annette rolled her eyes. “Are you not ashamed of yourself? You must be really shameless to think that just because you popped out a baby means you automatically get a seat at the table.”
“Shut the f**k up.” Macy hissed at her.
“No, you shut the f**k up.” Annette retorted sharp
