Chapter 9 - High Society Guests Leave The Community Center Quickly
The remaining guests in the hallway began backing away toward the exit doors, eager to distance themselves from the catastrophic drama.
Mrs. Vance gave Rosalind one last look of profound pity mixed with disgust before turning on her heel and walking out.
“Don't call my husband about the country club membership renewal, Rosalind; I believe your family has more pressing financial matters,” Mrs. Vance called out.
Within minutes, the luxury SUVs parked outside the community center started their engines one by one and sped down the street.
The grand seventieth birthday celebration had officially devolved into a ghost town of cheap instant noodle cups and broken pride.
Rosalind sank heavily into a plastic folding chair, her lavender dress rumpled as silent tears of humiliation tracked down her cheeks.
“Look what you’ve done... you ruined everything over two hundred dollars,” Rosalind sobbed, pointing a shaking finger at her son.
Brandon didn't answer, staring blankly at the open blue folder resting on the table like a tombstone for his life.
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Heather grabbed her designer handbag and bolted out the door without saying another word to anyone.
Gwen picked up her canvas tote bag, sliding the blue folder securely inside before turning toward the exit.
