Fiona did not notice the flash of darkness in Arabella Vanderbilt's eyes, and waved her hand indifferently.
"What's so special about cutting that cake? It's the same few steps every year, holding back the urge to cut it, better not to cut it at all, saves you from seeing those annoying people's faces later."
Arabella curved her lips, "I thought you'd feel quite regretful."
Fiona shook her head, "I'm so sick of these birthdays... You really are quite interesting, if it weren't for you, I'd probably still be annoyed by those two women for who knows how long. Other than you, I guess no one else dares to make those two look so bad. Especially Beverly, she's probably going to wreck her house when she gets back!"
Arabella looked down, scratching the cat's chin, watching as the cat comfortably closed its eyes and purred, she couldn't help but smile, her voice indifferent yet casual.
"I'm not a great person, small-minded, vindictive, relentless when I'm right."
The bedroom fell silent.
