A Catfight

7

"Tsk, doesn't she have a sugar daddy? Why does she still need to eat in our canteen?"

"Those who can keep a mistress can also keep more mistresses. The rich man probably didn't give her money this week."

"She's good so she will easily find the next rich man. If one doesn't give her money, she can just turn to another one."

The crowd was gossiping.

They didn't want me to hear it.

But they were also afraid that I couldn't hear it.

Yvette wanted to pull me away to hide, but I shook her off.

I rushed to where the sound came from, and the crowd scattered in fright.

"I'm indeed good. Do you want to know what I can do? Come on. Let me show you."

I shouted where I stood.

Florence quickly came up with a smile and walked me away, motioning Yvette to get the food.

Walking along a narrow path through the oval-shaped garden, Florence pulled me to sit on a long stone bench and began to comfort me.

"Don't be angry, Miranda. Let them say what they want to say."