“Excuse me!” Shutting my eyes I give myself half of a second to compose myself before I lose it.
Clearing my throat I turn towards Claire and Krista, Lauren wasn’t kidding and I’m thinking I should have taken her seriously. “Yes?” It takes a lot and I mean a lot to smile and sound a tiny bit joyful.
Their sneering gazes are locked on me they have their claws out. “You call this light dressing?” Claire says, pushing the plate away like a disobedient toddler.
Cue Krista’s turn, someone helps me. She’s looking at me with a smug smirk nothing like Masons, hers just makes her look like a conceded b***h. Grabbing her fork she pokes it into her salmon. “There’s something wrong with the salmon, take it back.” Dropping her fork it clangs against the glass plate. I’m fully expecting a chip in t
