Ezra
I stare angrily at Albert Chudwell’s weasel-like face with his slick hair and pointy nose with Olympia on his arm. I want nothing more than to punch him. I don’t know why it makes me so angry to see them together.
“I see you are out with your little w*********h girlfriend,” Albert says in his high-pitched voice.
“I could say the same thing about you,” I managed to hiss out through gritted teeth.
“Ezra,” Olympia squeals.
“Well, we should go sit down, dear,” Albert says to Olympia.
I try not to glare at them as they walk away. I look at Amelia, who is looking at me with a frown. “I’m sorry about that.”
She shrugs, “I’m used to it.”
“You shouldn’t be used to it,” I sigh. “You are a gorgeous woman and certainly not trash.”
Amelia says nothing and looks toward Albert and Olympia
