Could my luck get any worse?
The woman I was rude to at the art opening is Victor’s mother.
I squirmed and felt my legs shake beneath me as Lana Klein continued to look at me over the top of her reading glasses.
Should I apologize right away or try to defend my actions? Or should I wait to see what she has to say first?
I wasn’t sure if I could speak at all, but Diana advised me to be silent until the older woman spoke again.
“You’ll have a better idea of how she feels about you if you wait to see what she has to say,” Diana advised.
But Victor’s mother continued to write what appeared to be a letter and ignored me while I stood in front of her, struggling not to fidget.
“I can’t believe anyone writes a letter on paper anymore,” I told Diana. “It’s much easier to email someone.”
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