Hearing what Monica said, the wives in attendance exchanged bewildered glances, none of them sure how to respond.
I let a faint smile curl the corner of my lips and lifted a glass of red wine from a passing waiter's tray.
"Miss Mason, you certainly have your ear to the ground. As far as I recall, we never shared any of that publicly."
Monica flicked her hair with a self-satisfied toss, her gaze fixed on me, brimming with the certainty that she'd already won.
"Don't you want to know where your heart and your daughter's kidney ended up?"
Before she could finish, I hurled the wine straight into her face.
The crimson liquid dripped down her hair in thin rivulets, leaving her a sputtering mess. She opened her mouth to unleash a tirade, but before she could get a word out, Lily shoved Marilyn hard to the ground.
"You two mean women! Don't you dare bully my mommy!"
The instant Marilyn hit the floor, the urine bag hidden beneath her skirt burst open, and the foul-smelling liquid spilled across the tiles.
Marilyn's face crumpled in panic. She grabbed fistfuls of her skirt, desperately trying to cover the mess spreading around her.