Louisa gasped dramatically.
“Tu as tout à fait raison, Denise.”
(You're absolutely right, Denise.)
Louisa turned to Angelica and began talking to her.
Well, more like scolding.
Mum turned to me with a heavy exhale.
“Okay, Rosie—”
“She's a fucking bitch, Mum.”
“I swear to God, Rosie—”
“I know Mum.” I groaned. “You don't always have to...