To be honest, I have nothing against her. I mean, yes, she's still sleeping around with my husband, whom I'm not very pleased with myself, knowing that he's taken but maybe she's just getting the bag so I won't get in the way of her making some money.
"Hi, Amelia! Ah, yes, I'm doing better. Thank you for informing Frank the other day," I smile.
"No problem at all. Al wouldn't have done it. He's so stubborn, you know?" She sighs.
I look over her shoulder, half expecting Marcus to pop up and comment about how much he hates me.
I'm sure Amelia noticed because she says, "Don't worry, Marcus isn't with me tonight. We're not always attached to the hip, know you?" She winks.
I let out a small, nervous chuckle.
She looks me up and down, "You look absolutely gorgeous, by the way! I love the look."
I look down at my own dress instinctively,
"Oh! Thank you!"
