But more than how gross it all felt, Vanessa was terrified of losing her luxurious life.
Just thinking about working a regular 9-to-5 job like some random nobody, saving for months just to buy one designer bag, made her feel sick.
She honestly couldn't handle that kind of life.
In her mind, she should be the one looking down on Rachel from some untouchable height.
But now, Rachel had seen her all cuddled up with this fat, old, not-even-attractive man, and the rage inside her just kept growing.
"Do you know her, Vanessa?" asked the short, round middle-aged man standing next to her.
"Yes," she snapped. "She just got out of jail not long ago. Now she's just a street sweeper."
Vanessa spat out the words with full-on venom, then turned to the nearby manager.
"Since when does the Royal Court let street sweepers in?"
Because Jeffrey had his back turned to Vanessa, she hadn't seen his face.
But the manager definitely did.
