“You b***h!” cried Georgia, trying to get past her to reach Felicity and Matty, who’d taken a step back, in case she reached them.
Evelyn put her arms out, preventing Georgia from embarrassing her any further by fighting with the likes of her ex-best friend and her ex-boyfriend. They were scum in her eyes; not worth the effort it took to attack them. But she still wanted to, wanted Georgia to. If the photographers weren’t there snapping photos of the whole exchange, she’d have let her sister at them both, and Georgia would have come out the victor, she was sure.
“No one can say I’m not fair, though,” said Felicity, her smile wide, “so if you can afford the five hundred per person entry, then you can go to the back of the line and queue like everyone else.”
She and her sisters couldn’t a
