Jess’ Pov:
My head is spinning.
I clench my teeth and shove the chair back in frustration, not caring that I'm not at home. Sure, I know I’m throwing a temper tantrum, but I don’t care. It’s not like anyone’s paying attention to me.
I let out a heavy breath before taking a few steps and then knock over the expensive antique vase, before screaming at the top of my lungs.
I couldn’t care less if the entire restaurant hears me. I’m in the VIP section, and I know the owner is going to be livid. But again, no concern.
I don’t fcking care.
This would serve as a payback for the way she embarrassed me at that fundraising event last month.
That fcking b***h!
I laugh. Does she really think I’ve forgotten? The way she fawned over my step-sister, how she laughed and made fun of me when S
