Louisa gasped dramatically.

“Tu as tout à fait raison, Denise.” 

(You're absolutely right, Denise.)

Louisa turned to Angelica and began talking to her.

Well, more like scolding.

Mum turned to me with a heavy exhale.

“Okay, Rosie—”

“She's a fucking bitch, Mum.” 

“I swear to God, Rosie—”

“I know Mum.” I groaned. “You don't always have to threaten me to pass a message.”

“God help me the day I decide not to do so, only for you to go and wreak havoc.”

I pursed my lips.

“I'll be on my best behavior.” I muttered dryly.

“Thank you.”

She turned back to Louisa and Angelica.

I leaned towards her.

“It's unfair...