Eleanor's POV
I stared at his outstretched hand, a cold, unhinged laugh bubbling in my throat. "Are you stupid?" I asked, my voice dripping with a venom I didn't know I possessed. "Oh, wait. A stupid person never realizes they're stupid, do they? They just bumble through life, a waste of space and oxygen."
Ooh, getting better with the insults, Beatrice purred with dark approval. A little crude, but the sentiment is there.
Priscilla let out a delicate gasp, pressing a hand to her chest. "Eleanor, why are you acting like this? Why can't you just admit you're wrong so we can all go our separate ways? I never wanted to bring this to the public, I begged our parents, but they wouldn't listen! I've even forgiven you for what you did at our wedding!"
