Stop At Nothing

Cecilia frowned, pulling Charlotte away from her verbal spar with the man. Her gaze, somewhat icy, fell onto the man.

“Let me give you a piece of advice. Watch your words. Who made the rule that women can’t go to bars for a drink? Does it mean that a woman who drinks at a bar is not a good woman?”

The man had been embarrassed twice already, and when he heard Cecilia’s words, he became even more irritated, his gentlemanly demeanor completely gone.

“Do you know who my father is?”

“Didn’t your mother tell you?” Cecilia questioned in return.

With just one remark, the others around them broke into applause. However, the man’s face visibly darkened at an alarming rate.