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“I mean all of them. Every last person that made us feel less than. That made us feel like we don’t belong,” she retorts with a sad glimmer in her eyes.
My forehead continues to crease at her puzzling ramblings, but before I’m able to say anything, the bane of my existence finally shows his face. And he’s not alone.
Stacy Monroe stares daggers at me as she walks straight in our direction, an uncharacteristically sullen Noah trailing right behind her.
“Oh, hell no!” she shrieks when she reaches us, her face so red it looks like it’s about to pop at any second. “Are you kidding me? Did you really think you could crash my party and get away with it?”
“Well, hello to you too, Stacy. Nice boat you have here,” my sister retorts, sounding bored. “A little small, don’t you think?”
Stacy’s nostrils flare in contempt, eyeing my sister up and down like she wants to throw her overboard.
“Daisy,” she spits out my sister’s name like it’s a curse. “You’ve had your fun. Now it’s time you leave. Your kind doesn’t belong here.”
“My kind?” Daisy retorts with an eerie smile, taking a step toward the youngest Monroe until they are head-to-head with each other. “And just what do you mean by my kind?”
To her credit, Stacy doesn’t so much as flinch with the way my sister is glowering at her. With my sister having a good few inches on her, Stacy has to crane her neck back to maintain eye contact with Daisy.
“Trash. That’s what I mean by your kind—slutty, filthy trash.”
I clench my fist around my champagne flute, ready to pour what’s left of the bubbly liquid all over the bitch.
“Really? Is that what you meant by that?” My sister laughs sinisterly. “Careful there, Stacy, because from where I’m standing, you’re the one who reeks of filth. Spoiled rotten-to-her-very-core filth.”
Stacy’s expression turns even more thunderous.
“Leave,” she says through gritted teeth. “Leave before I get my daddy’s guards to kick you out.”
“I’d like to see them try,” Daisy deadpans.
I stand there mesmerized at how my sister looks like she is seconds away from murdering Stacy with just her eyes.
“No one is going anywhere,” we hear someone say behind us.
We all turn to the disgruntled voice. Derrick Monroe looks like a million bucks in his tuxedo, even if his face does look like he’s ready to tear the whole boat apart.
“Derrick—” Stacy starts to pout, but he raises his left hand up to stop her from saying anything else.
“Daisy and her sister are my guests.Myguests, Stacy. That means you will treat them with the respect and hospitality they deserve.”
“But—”
“Enough!” he growls, his angry green eyes piercing his sister to the spot.
Stacy shifts from one foot to the other, uncomfortable with the way her brother is looking down on her.
“Daddy won’t like this,” she mumbles under her breath, her bottom lip quivering.
“Does it look like I give a fuck?” He cocks a brow.
“Fine. It’s your funeral. Just keep them away from me.”
“Then I suggest you go home. You’ve made enough of a spectacle of yourself for one night anyway.”
Her eyes widen for a split second and then stare back at my sister with such hatred, a cold shiver runs down my spine. When her loathsome glower reaches me too, I stand up straight, not wanting her to see how she affects me.
She lets out a huff and walks away, leaving Derrick and a mute Noah in front of us.
“I didn’t think you’d show,” Derrick exclaims, looking at my sister like she’s hung the moon just for him.
