Her kind of privilege exceeds even Albert Kingsley's military upbringing, always ordering takeout, and now she's saying she'll cook?
Eva Nightingale was stunned, completely bewildered.
"Carla, do you have a fever?"
She's cooking? She might just burn down the kitchen; not that Eva would miss this villa—although it's the only thing Mom left worth remembering...
She's more concerned about Carla Carr.
If she manages to blow up the gas canister, what if it injures her? And this is not Eva exaggerating.
Because Carla Carr is really that privileged, very privileged indeed. If she sees something she doesn't like, if women bully her, she'll roll up her sleeves and send two slaps flying over. Can't stand it? Just act!
She's a bona fide privileged person.
Strong, too.
She always beats those rich girls until they're clucking like chickens, often sending them to the hospital.
Hey.
