Emma's POV
“You seem to be having fun,” she said, casually placing food on her plate.
“Way too much fun. I could hear you laughing and giggling from a mile away. It disturbed and annoyed my ears so much that I had to go stand beside the musicians, so I wouldn't have to hear your voice,” she sneered evilly.
“I'm sorry,” I mumbled. I don't know what I'm apologizing for. Laughing? But I apologize anyway. I have to try to appease her, so she won't cause a scene here.
“Sorry for your miserable self. I can't believe the boys paid for such an expensive gown for you. You are wearing such an expensive limited edition gown, yet you look ugly and unpalatable in it. Looking at you is making me lose my appetite,” she dropped her plate noisily on the table, glaring at me with disdain.
“You can wash
