Last summer, a single drama made him an overnight sensation. I never imagined that before he'd even found solid footing, he'd already turned his back on me.
Bianca sat in her chair, one leg crossed arrogantly over the other, her voice dripping with provocation.
"Come on, Viv. Don't just stand there. Get on your knees already."
"That mouth of yours is so talented, right? I bet you'll lick shoes even cleaner. I'm really looking forward to it."
She was getting back at me for calling her a two-faced gold digger last night.
But if I actually did this, it would be my grandfather who'd die from the humiliation.
I grabbed the glass of mulled wine still steaming on the table beside me and hurled it straight into Bianca's face.
"So sorry. The Langfords kneel for family, kneel for elders, kneel before God. We don't kneel for trash."
"As for licking your shoes, forget it. But disinfecting that nauseating face of yours? That I can do."
Bianca shrieked and collapsed into Anthony's arms.
"It burns! This dress and makeup were custom-made to impress Director Finch, and this bitch ruined everything!"
"Anthony, she's just jealous that you treat me well! You have to make her pay!"