Scarlett POV
Sabrina and Flora didn't let it go.
From two tables over, their voices carried just enough for me to hear every detail: talk of k********g and how a Luna who couldn't hold her own husband at home wasn't worth whispering about.
Delaney's patience ran out before mine did.
She set her glass down hard enough that the ice rattled.
"Which trash pit did you two crawl out of? You can't finish a sentence without spitting something up."
Sabrina's face tightened.
She shot up from her chair and crossed the floor in a few sharp clicks of her heels.
"Having a good time, Mrs. Hale? I heard your husband's been glued to his white moonlight ever since she got kidn*pped. Guess you don't even rate concern anymore."
Flora followed, arms crossed. "Of course he's not worried about her. H
