Damn it—insult me all you want, but insult my best friend? Absolutely not!
"Brother," I said sweetly, "I get that you're trying to play the overprotective hero, but could you at least think before you open that mouth of yours?"
"You're saying Carmela has no manners? Who lost her back then, huh? You did! You're the reason she grew up in an orphanage, and you dare call her uneducated?"
"She's the real daughter of this house—her identity was stolen by your precious little thief. Tell me, where's the logic in that?"
"Honestly, the way you talk, it's like your intestines connect directly to your brain. Even a dung beetle would need to pop open your skull just to check the flavor!"
The room went dead silent.
Only my best friend squeezed my hand, eyes glistening. "Bestie, I love you!"
Kian's face turned a dangerous shade of blue. His voice dropped, shaking with anger.
"You—you dared to insult me?!"
"So what if I did?" I shot back. "I'm not done—I'll insult her too!"
I planted my hands on my hips and turned to glare at Trisha. "And you—stop pretending you're some precious gem. Even a trash bag couldn't contain all that fake sincerity you're spilling."