All eyes were on Agnes. Mamie was sitting across from her, giving her the cold shoulder, "Don't tell me you're chicken out?"
No doubt, Mamie was throwing down the gauntlet. One was the new flame, the other the old love; it was like watching a soap opera seeing these two women face off.
If Agnes didn't rise to the challenge, she'd lose face in front of Jared's posse. But if she did, there was a huge power disparity between the two. Mamie was a rich kid who could pull any stunt she wanted.
Most folks were just there for the drama. Brayden was the only one freaking out. Neither woman was easy to handle. If Jared's little wifey got picked on here, his birthday bash was screwed.
But then. Agnes, after a two-second silence, coolly said, “Alright, game on.”
She was curious to see what storm Mamie would stir up. If a showdown was inevitable, she'd just have to grit her teeth and bear it.
The two women were officially at war. Shawn volunteered, “I’ll spin the bottle. No favorites, I promise.”
Round one started.
Shawn spun the bottle skillfully and quickly. Everyone in the room was gathered around, eyes glued to the bottle on the table. The bottle gradually came to a halt, pointing straight at Agnes.
A smug smile played at the corners of Mamie’s lips, “You lost.”
Shawn said, “Mamie, you can now ask Agnes to do something. What's it gonna be?”
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