Her cunning smile was fueling my anger, and all I could think of was ripping it off her face. I loathed that woman intensely.
"Aww! Poor girl," Jennifer cooed, sympathizing with Beatrice's apparent discomfort. She gently touched the area where Beatrice claimed to be injured.
"OWW!!!" Beatrice cried out, causing Jennifer to yank her hand away from Beatrice's leg. It was obvious that Beatrice was playing up the drama for all it was worth.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, dear," Jennifer apologized.
"It's okay, aunty," Beatrice feigned grace. "You don't have to apologize to me. You were just checking my injury."
"Exactly!" Beatrice's mean-spirited sidekick chimed in. "And it's not you who needs to apologize. It's her," she pointed at me. "She's the one who should apologize. She's the one who pu
