"Mishelia's suicide has increased the average quality of the women in Belfast by fourteen percent."
Downstairs in the restaurant, Gina was chatting eloquently to her companion.
The companion across from her chuckled dryly, being one of the few who did not partake in the gossip and truly felt sorry for Mishelia.
It was precisely because of this that Gina tirelessly tried to convince her of the outrageousness of Mishelia's actions, attempting to change her opinion—
Aileen offered a strained smile, like a friend who had heard an uninteresting topic but had to nod along: "Isn't that a bit too much...?"
"Please! I've told you so many times how awful that bitch was!" Gina exaggeratedly widened her eyes, her face filled with disbelief, and stood up to shout loudly. She only sat down with some embarrassment, lowering her voice swiftly after noticing that everyone in the restaurant had turned to look: "You're actually defending her..."