Hurt

Throughout the ride back to the mansion, silence prevailed.

The chauffeur responsible for driving the obnoxious couple back home occasionally glanced at them. None were facing each other, but staring outside the window with different thoughts roaming through their mind.

Despite the distance the limo shared with the Ballet Academy, the chauffeur heard Tony and Mary's yells.

None needed to tell him that both were complete assholes. He assumed they were quiet because they were vexed, but there was something more to it.

Mary, for one, was partially immersed in thoughts of that bimbo — Tessa.

She could swear that she saw her walk past them and into a luxurious car, but…was that possible?

The richness emanating from that car was one Mary had never witnessed — how did she have immense enough wealth to afford that sort of car?

“She's a slut. Yes — a fucking slut, and whosoever owned that car must be drilling her. What a bitch!” She came to such a nasty conclusion while scoffing.

“Disgusting.”