Agnes actually felt kinda sorry for her, but Beatrice's scheming was just too nasty.
Resorting to drugging people, how extreme she was!
She deserved a lesson.
Who knows what she might pull next?
Agnes had been watching from the sidelines for a while but didn't step in.
This only made Beatrice hate her more.
She was more convinced than ever that it was all Agnes' doing.
Mamie clearly had no intention of letting her off the hook.
As Mamie raised her hand again,
Beatrice gripped Mamie's hand tight, "I quit, okay? Mamie, you wait. I'll make you pay for today's humiliation."
With that, Beatrice shook off Mamie's hand, kicked aside some props, and took off.
Everyone was left with mixed feelings.
But hey, showbiz is always messy, this kind of stuff is all part of the package.
That evening, Jared Whitfield showed up.
He treated the entire cast to dinner.
He booked the largest private room at the Ford Hotel.
The crew couldn't stop complimenting Agnes.
"Agnes, you're one lucky duck."
"Mr. Whitfield really spoils you."
"Agnes, we owe you big time today."
Beatrice sequestered herself in the dressing room.
As Medina was leaving, she said to Beatrice, "Aren't you joining your brother-in-law's dinner?"
Brother-in-law! She hated that title.
Agnes was just nauseating, always making sure everyone knew she was Mrs. Whitfield.
Constantly having Jared treat the crew to dinner, cozying up to them.
All she wanted was to show off her status and bask in their insincere flattery.
To Beatrice, it was all a big show, a power play!
She couldn't stand it any longer!
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Heartstrings on Fire