I take off the dress, throw it onto the bed with a huff, and walk out of my room in my underwear, with Olivia trailing behind me. She’s already heard my rant; she knows the nursing home is compromised, and she knows her fiancé was about to slap me. Telling her all that made my blood boil, it upset and frustrated me. I would have loved to stay and sing happy birthday to Mrs. West, but thanks to that witch who ruined the night, everything went to hell. Adding to that, her son contributed a lot.
Saying goodbye to Mrs. West and realizing she was truly crying made me very angry because that woman is a sweetheart. She didn't deserve that little show tonight. Thank God my mother is with her, and I know her eccentricities and liveliness will make her feel better, and I also know she will advise h
