Zander
This woman is delusional and needs serious help. “Who has been taken care of?” I ask. She is about to answer, when one of the agents deliberately knocks into her. He spilled a bit of his champagne on her dress to distract her. I watched as he attached something to her bag, while he pretended to steady himself. “I am so sorry mam, I may have had a bit too much champagne,” he slurred, acting tipsy and he was pretty good.
“You i***t, this dress is designer, and worth more than you make in a year. Get lost,” Keira screeched, and the agent lifted his hands in surrender and walked away. She takes a napkin and wipes her metallic silver sequin dress off. God, she looks like a f*****g disco ball.
“Who has been taken care of, Keira?” I tried again. “That stupid b***h that is always clingi
