“Nobody asked you!” Joyce snapped.
Paige blinked.
I stepped closer.
“You did. That’s kind of how this whole thing started.”
Linda burst out laughing.
I stepped closer to Joyce.
“So let me get this straight. Paige’s hands were good enough to repair your precious designer dress. They were good enough when you wanted fake labels sewn into your clothes. Now suddenly her work was embarrassing?”
Closed it.
Joyce opened her mouth.
Closed it.
For once in her life, she had absolutely nothing to say.
And nobody rushed to rescue her from the silence.
Colin stared at his mother.
“I’m your mother!”
“I don’t care whether your handbags cost ten dollars or ten thousand. I care about how you treat people.”
“Colin, I’m your mother!”
“And Paige is my daughter. You don’t get to decide whether she belongs in this family.”
Joyce looked scandalized.
“I deserve some respect!”
