finish my fritter. No one spoke, but I could hear the steam coming out of Stella's ears. Trying to defuse the situation, Mrs. Kerrigan asked who was ready for a treat as everyone started clearing the dishes.
Michael leaned over and said, “You laid the smack down on her”. I just giggled. Everyone had a scone except for Stella. “Oh Easton, you shouldn't eat that. It's so fattening!” Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard and here comes strike two.
“Oh Sadie, I love your dress. Who's it by?”
“Lilly Pulitzer,” I answer.
"Oh", she said. "Is that a plus size designer? They are so fashion forward these days. You can hardly tell anymore."
I smiled, I was more shocked that no one was checking this bitch, but she had one more strike and then she was going to get hers. Michael and I sat whispering to each other when the third strike came.
"Sarah", Stella said. I turn to face her. This bitch knows my name, but I see she thinks she is clever. "Who are your parents?"
"My mother is a pre-k teacher, and my father works in a juice factory. They live on a farm in rural southwest Florida.”
Stella made that annoying sound in the back of her throat. I felt the sudden need to punch her in it and cut off her breathing, but I just turned back to Michael and continued my conversation.
“Well, I can see why you have attached yourself to Michael. Gold diggers always go for the weakest link in a family.”
I finally heard Easton speak, “Stella! Grab your stuff, I'm taking you home!” Stella was smiling from ear to ear.
“No, please," I said. "Easton, please stay seated. Liam, Rose and Mr. and Mrs. Kerrigan, I just want to apologize ahead of time."
I turned my focus on Stella and I smiled.
"Stella, I know it's quite tacky to talk about money, but since you opened the door, let's chat openly. Stacy can tell you I purchased The Hope Building for three million dollars in cash. Rose has seen the contracts for the remodel and restoration of my building, which has a price tag of five million dollars for the first phase. I paid for that in cash. Also, an additional nine million dollars due in ninety days, but I will probably pay that tomorrow 'cause I don't like owing money. So, in the last week I have spent seventeen million dollars and didn’t even bat an eyelash. I didn't get any discounts or government grants. That seventeen million dollars came out of my very own pocket. So now, let’s discuss your finances since you seem to be all up in mine. How much are you worth?”
Stella got that gleam in her eyes and started to say, “My family is worth…”
“No, Stella, not your family. You! What is your personal net worth?”
“Twenty million dollars!” She flipped her hair over her shoulders. “And your family's net worth, Stella?”
“Seventy-five million dollars?”
“Now that's really impressive! Ninety-five million dollars! So that makes you really, really rich! Wow!” Stella was preening like a peacock.
"You know something interesting, Stella, with all that money, your twenty million and your dad's seventy-five million, I’m still fifty-five million dollars richer than you and your daddy combined. See my net worth is up in the one hundred-fifty million dollar range and that just what I have sitting about in my bank. That doesn't count some additional investments I have made that proved extremely profitable or the fact all it takes is one phone call, and I could be two hundred million dollars richer!”
“Now, here is the part I apologized for earlier. You're an extremely beautiful young woman, even though everything about your looks is fake. You're not a real blonde, you have veneers and hair extensions. Your spray tan is a touch on the orange side, and your boobs are not even close to being proportionate to your body; and I'm assuming you're already on at least nose number two. You're wealthy, you have a handsome boyfriend, but yet you feel the need to make others feel small so you can
Michael leaned over and said, “You laid the smack down on her”. I just giggled. Everyone had a scone except for Stella. “Oh Easton, you shouldn't eat that. It's so fattening!” Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard and here comes strike two.
“Oh Sadie, I love your dress. Who's it by?”
“Lilly Pulitzer,” I answer.
"Oh", she said. "Is that a plus size designer? They are so fashion forward these days. You can hardly tell anymore."
I smiled, I was more shocked that no one was checking this bitch, but she had one more strike and then she was going to get hers. Michael and I sat whispering to each other when the third strike came.
"Sarah", Stella said. I turn to face her. This bitch knows my name, but I see she thinks she is clever. "Who are your parents?"
"My mother is a pre-k teacher, and my father works in a juice factory. They live on a farm in rural southwest Florida.”
Stella made that annoying sound in the back of her throat. I felt the sudden need to punch her in it and cut off her breathing, but I just turned back to Michael and continued my conversation.
“Well, I can see why you have attached yourself to Michael. Gold diggers always go for the weakest link in a family.”
I finally heard Easton speak, “Stella! Grab your stuff, I'm taking you home!” Stella was smiling from ear to ear.
“No, please," I said. "Easton, please stay seated. Liam, Rose and Mr. and Mrs. Kerrigan, I just want to apologize ahead of time."
I turned my focus on Stella and I smiled.
"Stella, I know it's quite tacky to talk about money, but since you opened the door, let's chat openly. Stacy can tell you I purchased The Hope Building for three million dollars in cash. Rose has seen the contracts for the remodel and restoration of my building, which has a price tag of five million dollars for the first phase. I paid for that in cash. Also, an additional nine million dollars due in ninety days, but I will probably pay that tomorrow 'cause I don't like owing money. So, in the last week I have spent seventeen million dollars and didn’t even bat an eyelash. I didn't get any discounts or government grants. That seventeen million dollars came out of my very own pocket. So now, let’s discuss your finances since you seem to be all up in mine. How much are you worth?”
Stella got that gleam in her eyes and started to say, “My family is worth…”
“No, Stella, not your family. You! What is your personal net worth?”
“Twenty million dollars!” She flipped her hair over her shoulders. “And your family's net worth, Stella?”
“Seventy-five million dollars?”
“Now that's really impressive! Ninety-five million dollars! So that makes you really, really rich! Wow!” Stella was preening like a peacock.
"You know something interesting, Stella, with all that money, your twenty million and your dad's seventy-five million, I’m still fifty-five million dollars richer than you and your daddy combined. See my net worth is up in the one hundred-fifty million dollar range and that just what I have sitting about in my bank. That doesn't count some additional investments I have made that proved extremely profitable or the fact all it takes is one phone call, and I could be two hundred million dollars richer!”
“Now, here is the part I apologized for earlier. You're an extremely beautiful young woman, even though everything about your looks is fake. You're not a real blonde, you have veneers and hair extensions. Your spray tan is a touch on the orange side, and your boobs are not even close to being proportionate to your body; and I'm assuming you're already on at least nose number two. You're wealthy, you have a handsome boyfriend, but yet you feel the need to make others feel small so you can
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