Meredith.
Mabel's words landed like a slap in themselves, more than the previous painful comment she made before.
But how could Wanda take that lying down?
Just then, she shot to her feet. Her hand sliced through the air in a rage, aiming straight for Mabel's cheek.
A soft gasp escaped from my lips and echoed around the table.
But Mabel was faster. She immediately caught Wanda's wrist mid-air, her face hardening as her eyes narrowed dangerously.
"How dare you?" Wanda hissed, her voice shaking with fury.
But Mabel's grip tightened, and she glared back with equal fire. "No. How dare you think you can raise your hand to me? Do I look like that weakling over there who has probably been tolerating your insults and abuse?"
Her chin jerked sharply toward me.
The words struck harder than a slap. My breath caught, and I stared at her, stunned and completely wounded.
