The relatives who had been envious just moments before were now eager to see this engagement fall apart.
There were always some who scorned you when you were poor and feared you when you were rich.
Sylvia couldn't sit still any longer. She jumped to her feet and shouted, "Whitney, what are you doing? Fine! So the dowry was short 80 thousand dollars. I'll make it up to you! But do you have to insult us just because you come from a wealthy family?
"That was just me speaking out of anger. After all, you were so arrogant in our house before!
"Besides, what did I say that was wrong? After all, once you're married, what your parents own belongs to the two of you. So what if I said something about taking your family's inheritance? Don't make it sound so bad."
Then, she dropped to the floor, rolling around and wailing, putting on an exaggerated display of victimhood. She cried about how hard her life had been, how she had always been kind to me, only to be humiliated in public.
I had never seen anyone twist the truth so shamelessly in my life. Even Shane couldn't stand it any longer. He stood up and spoke with biting sarcasm.