Chapter 17 The reception

Viola
Elizabeth entered the car and stared at me before she scoffed and looked out the window while I dabbed my face with my handkerchief.
“ I can’t believe you cried. You’ve not even seen anything yet, that was just Klyde and you’re acting like –“
“ – Elizabeth! I’m not a Harold so don’t expect me to act like I don’t have a heart or I can’t feel.”
“ That’s what you think of me?”
“ I think that all the bullshit the three of you have suffered at the hands of your parents have made you guys used to nasty situations. I don’t have that kind of mind so just give me a break! Have you ever seen a woman who’s happy to marry a man who almost raped her?” I lashed out and she just shook her head.