Greta was so mad she could spit. Well, no, actually, she could do a lot more than that, but that was the saying, wasn't it? Being so mad, one could spit.
And she had just had enough. Daisy could stand there and tell off that idiot Tilden as much as she wanted, but Greta had better things to do than hear any more drivel that was coming out of that man's treacherous mouth.
What really made her mad, though, was that she should have seen it coming, and she didn't. And Greta hated it when that happened, because she knew she knew better. But that was all behind her, right?
She felt a tap on her shoulder, turning around to see Walden Macnair and punch.
Yes. That was definitely all behind her.
"Has anyone ever told you that you resemble a knight on a white horse?" she asked, accepting the glass.
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