DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO HIDE?

Paris folded her arms and smiled, "You know, I heard you were dying and even though you don't deserve any sympathy from me, somewhere deep inside, I felt sorry for you.

I felt sorry for the boy who ended up having a whore for a mother. After seeing you throw yourself at men in the club and getting rejected, I felt disgusted and didn't want to spend another second there.

But thinking about it, you seemed really pathetic, so I made the effort to come here."

"For what?" The woman snapped. "To gloat? You call me a whore but are you any better? I guess you do the same thing I do, you just have age by your side. I was more beautiful at this age you know and it was all natural.

I can see you went under the knife and worked on your horrible nose. Your bag looks expensive and so do your shoes and clothes. What are you here to brag about? Aren't you being funded by a man? Or are you going to tell me you went to the club to feed your eyes?

You ruined my life, my career, and my dreams, Paris, and