— Therese Young (Jason's mother) POV —
"That little whore." I struggled to get back on my feet and embarrassingly my friends had to help me.
As soon as I was standing I pulled my arms away from them.
I frowned as I looked down at my once pristine white dress. It was now stained with wine and food, that bitch was going to pay.
She was nothing compared to me and my family. She might have gotten married again, but she would never marry higher than my daughter who I had trained from the start.
"I'll have someone buy me a change of clothes," I hissed as I called my personal shopper and we went back to our table.
Luckily the personal shopping service of the mall I favored was still available and they promised to have the item delivered to me within the next thirty minutes.
"I don't understand why you let your son marry that whore," one of my friends, I couldn't exactly remember her name right now, said as she glared at the door.
