“I don’t understand why you’re treating me like this,” she cried.

She stood up and covered her face with her hands, letting her shoulders shake hard.

Guests at other tables were staring openly now.

The glass door to the private room swung open, and Kendra walked out.

Kendra rushed past me.

She wrapped her arms around Vanessa, glaring at me over Vanessa’s shaking shoulder while her fingers nervously twisted a strand of her own blonde hair.

“What did you say to her?” Kendra asked.