“Looks like you heard what I said and I’m not going to take that back. Someone like you hasn’t suffered a day in your life.” I coldly spoke to her.
“How dare you, Ayesha!” Maryse’s voice rose. “Just because I’m from a wealthy family doesn’t mean I haven’t suffered.”
“Like what? Breaking a nail? Oh, somebody better bust out the violins for your sob story.” That should show her.
“Try losing your mother.” She quickly replied. “You may be a genius, but you don’t know everything especially about me.”
I had a hard time arguing with that.