Shirley's face flushed crimson, her voice dripping with wounded innocence. "Neil, how can she humiliate me like this..."
A glass of red wine came crashing down over my head.
Neil yanked Shirley into his arms, shielding her, and glared at me with open contempt.
"Kathryn, enough! You won't do this, you won't do that, all you're good for is bullying a young woman. There's a limit to how unreasonable you can be!"
"You're a part-time calligraphy instructor. With that pathetic salary of yours, I'd be embarrassed to let you pay for gas."
"You live the life you live because of me. Where do you get the nerve to stick your nose in my business?"
A sneer curled across his lips.
"Shirley actually helps me at the company. Forget just swapping her into a party game. If she wanted the moon out of the sky, I'd pluck it down for her."
"And what can you do for me? You wormed your way into a wedding ceremony without putting up a single cent of dowry. You're nothing but a gold digger trying to get something for nothing!"
"So, Kathryn, take the money and sit quietly. If it's not enough, I'll give you more. But if you cause one more scene, I won't sign the marriage certificate at all!"