Wrong Girl, Right Love
a calm, steady voice interrupted.
I looked up. A woman sitting a few seats away was staring at the girl in green with a look of pure unimpressed boredom.
“Not everyone has the same circumstances,” the stranger continued, her voice cutting through the giggles. “Some people actually have to work for what they have instead of relying on a family name. Tell me, you went to an elite school—but did you actually learn anything there?”
The room went dead silent. The girl in green blinked, her mouth hanging open. “What did you just say to me?”