I paused, looking up at him defiantly.
The fury inside me exploded, "Humiliate her? How?"
"I'm merely verifying her story, what's wrong with that?!"
I shouted, struggling to free my hand, but his grip was unyielding.
His arm tensed, veins bulging with anger.
Suddenly, he swung his arm, slamming me against the wall.
A sharp pain shot through my back, forcing a cry of pain from my lips.
He hesitated for a moment, then stopped himself from coming to my aid.
After a brief pause, he spoke coldly, "Ginny, this restaurant isn't yours; she has every right to be here."
"Not everyone is born into privilege like you."
"Her life has been full of hard work and struggle—why do you feel the need to demean her?"
He then looked at me, disappointment etched on his face, "I'm truly disappointed in you."
I glanced at him, then over his shoulder at Liz.
I felt like a fool in this instant.
Was I really such a despicable person in his eyes?
Holding back the tears threatening to spill, I lowered my head to conceal the emotion swirling in my eyes.
After composing myself, I looked him straight in the eye.
"Fine, since I'm such a disgrace in your eyes, not worth a fraction of Liz, let's end the engagement."
