Amy looked at Jeff who was getting himself a glass of lemonade and watched quietly to see if he would serve the she-devil too and almost beamed when he poured himself and leaned back on his seat.
The she-devil seemed to see that no one was going to bother pouring her lemonade so she leaned on the table and served herself but not before she gave Amy a look that was full of hate. "Such a woman, do you know how to treat your guests?" She spat out venomously.
Amy raised a brow before turning to Jeff with a look that almost begged him to do something before, she opened her foul mouth. She expected him to maybe refute her or better answer the woman on her behalf, what she didn't expect was for Jeff to nod. Was he letting her answer the she-devil? She searched his face again in disbelief but all Jeff did was nod. Well, she exhaled, this was it.
"What does a widow know about hosting?" she asked casually as she sipped her juice. There was indeed satisfaction she got in answering people.
