"I'm not going to ask my husband here to show him off to you all like some prize I won," Isabel snapped, trying to regain her dignity.
"Can someone translate for me?" one of the girls joked. "I don't speak sugar baby."
"It means she's married to some 60-year-old man and she doesn't want us to see," snickered another.
"Poor guy," laughed another. "Sure he can dress her up, but we all know what she's like on the inside. He must be pretty desperate for someone young."
Isabel felt her blood ringing in her ears and her heart hammered in her chest. She knew it didn't matter what her classmates thought, but she hated to hear them talk about Howard that way.
"How about you all mind your own business?" she snapped. "Last I checked none of you were my parents, okay?"
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