Dinner had finally begun, and everyone around me seemed to be enjoying their meal. Everyone except me. I couldn't stop replaying what had happened earlier. The way they insulted Cora… it made my blood boil. I knew I had to do something, but what?
I tried to focus on my plate, pretending to ignore the rumors swirling around the room. People loved to talk about me, and I'd learned to shrug it off. Most of it wasn't far from the truth anyway. Sure, I've never been in a serious relationship, but it's not like I've treated anyone badly. I only accepted the women who approached me first. I never asked for any of it—serious or otherwise.
But Cora? She was different. The rumors about her were disgusting. They said she only got this job by selling her body or pulling other dirty tricks. And after what just happened, I realized I couldn't keep quiet anymore. I couldn't let them treat her this way.
