Allies

Kate Nash

Sitting on my luxurious leather sofa, with a glass of red wine in my hand, I watched the fiasco that was the launch of Lilian's clothing brand. The images on the TV screen showed flashes of the event, but I knew everything was falling apart. “If this woman thought she could compete with me, she was very mistaken”, I thought, taking a sip from the glass. “There’s no way she’s going to recover from this.”

I invited some friends to celebrate Lilian's misfortune, and as soon as they entered, I started laughing sarcastically. “You won't believe what's happening to our dear Lilian! The failure of the time!” My friends surrounded me, their laughter and nasty comments filling the air. It was a true catharsis session.

“She’ll never be able to do anything!” said one of them, adjusting her hair with an exaggerated movement. “The divorce was the icing on the cake for this woman!” The laughter was musical to my ears, each laugh was a symphony of Lilian's defeat.

With each laugh, my ego