At that instant, the air froze.
The fake kindness on Rosalie's face stiffened, like someone had pressed pause button.
Kervin stood there, stunned, until a few seconds later when fury rushed up, burning away his shock.
"Danna!"
"Are you insane? Do you even hear yourself? A private jet? Why don't you just say you're taking a rocket home?!"
His voice rose with every word, brimming with contempt.
"You didn't get a ticket, that's fine. But to spin such an obvious lie just to save face? You only make yourself look pathetic!"
Rosalie finally found her voice and gave his sleeve a soft tug, her tone all gentle and sympathetic. "Kervin, don't be angry... Danna must be too upset, and desperate, that's why she said something like that. Let's... try to understand her."
"Understand?" Kervin sneered, eyes filled with disappointment and disgust.
"How am I supposed to understand this? Danna, how did I never realize you were this vain, this irrational?"
"A private jet? Do you even know what you're talking about? You can't even buy a single business-class ticket without struggling for three days, and now you expect me to believe this nonsense?"