"Charles, we're about to get married, and you're always hanging out with Anna. But now you can't even show my mom some respect?!"
When Charles had struggled in his career, it was me who begged my mom to give him a job at her company.
The company was hard to get into, and Charles being given a position caused rumors to spread internally.
But Charles had no awareness of his privileged entry, and he openly bragged at the company.
If I hadn't begged my mom, he would have been fired long ago.
Now, how did he have the audacity to want to bring Anna into the company?
Seeing that I didn't respond, Charles impatiently threw something into my lap.
It was a cheap ring made from a soda can tab.
"Fine, all this fuss over a pair of rings? You're so petty!
"Your hands are ugly anyway, so it doesn't matter what you wear!"
