"Have you forgotten? The only reason I chose Francis over you was because you were a broke nobody. And clearly, I made the right call—you're not just poor, you're delusional."
"Oh, I get it now." Her eyes narrowed. "You've been carrying a grudge all these years because I rejected you. That's why you're here tonight, isn't it? To cause trouble?"
A grudge?
She really did think too highly of herself.
My brow furrowed. I looked at her the way one might look at a child who'd said something profoundly stupid.
"You really think highly of yourself, don't you? You're not even worth—"
"Enough!"
Alberta's shriek cut me off, her eyes dripping with contempt.
"Mike Finch, I never imagined you'd still be running your mouth when you're about to be destroyed."
"I'm done wasting my breath on you. Get on your knees, bow three times, and get out. Let's pretend we never knew each other."
I blinked, then shook my head with a quiet laugh.
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm still waiting for your husband's apology—and those hundred acres."
That was the last straw. The classmates around the table couldn't hold back anymore.
"Alberta, since this bottom-feeder doesn't appreciate your kindness, why bother showing him any?"