My heart sank as Meadow called me trash. Does she really hate me that much now? I was glaring at Annabel to keep quiet and stop talking, but she wasn’t listening.
“I see you are still classless despite having all the money and being married to him,” Meadow said.
“And listen, I wasn’t here by choice. Your dear husband begged me to come and perform his father’s surgery. So if you have any problem, you can talk it out with your husband. And stop applying too much foundation on your face; it’s bad for your skin. Take it as a doctor’s advice.”
I wanted to laugh. I never knew Meadow could talk back to Annabel, given the fact that she was always scared of Annabel and her friends back in high school. I found this new side of her sexy.
“Meadow, I’m sor—”
But she cut me off before I could apolo
