"I'm telling you, not a chance in hell! The Fox family has no daughter as shameless as you!"
My father let out a cold snort.
He slammed his palm on the table. "Throw this lunatic out! Today is a proud day for the Fox family. Don't let her dirty the place!"
That was when Barret's fiancée, Sara Whitney, looked me up and down with undisguised disdain.
"Barret, so this is your clueless hick of a sister?"
"She doesn't have an ounce of manners. There are important people coming tonight. If she offends the wrong guest, she couldn't pay for it with ten lives!"
She rolled her eyes.
Barret patted the back of Sara's hand, soothing her. "Relax. I won't let her cause a scene."
Then he turned to me and pulled a wad of cash from his pocket.
"Sharon, here's ten thousand dollars."
"Consider it a gift for the fact that Mom and Dad gave you life. Take it and get lost."
"Don't ever show your face in front of me again. This family has nothing to do with you. Don't even dream of taking a single cent from here."
He flung the bills at me. They scattered across the floor.
I looked at this family, united in their righteous fury, and almost laughed.
Did they actually believe their own garbage?