“I’m simply… worried. She seems like the type of woman who's just here to use my son as her way out of poverty. And my son, well, he’s… generous.” She sighed, pretending to care.
The air went still.
The women exchanged curious glances, wondering where Claudia was going with this.
Ariana didn’t flinch. She knew Claudia too well to have expected a low blow like this.
“What do you mean?” One of the ladies asked.
Claudia leaned back, as if she’d just said something perfectly reasonable. “I mean, think about it,” she continued with a condescending laugh. “Ariana’s background is… not the best out there. Which is fine. Admirable, even. But let’s not pretend she’d ever cross paths with Vincent on a normal day. A man like him, and a girl like her…it doesn’t make sense. People like her usually
