#Chapter 85: Let’s Make a Deal

Mia’s POV They think I’m stupid. They think that just because they cover their faces behind tall menus that I don’t know they’re talking about me. I sit up taller in small rustic chair and tap my teaspoon against the fine china and watch the droplets of earl gray tea splash back into the cup. I hate early grey, but my therapist says it’ll calm me. I think about dumping a boiling pot of early grey over her ratty head as II set the spoon to rest. “Ahem,” I fake clearing my throat and cross my legs letting the high pump of my clunky heels drape over one another. These shoes probably cost more than everything on this menu combined and if these bitches sitting across from me what to talk about me, well they should at least know I wouldn’t hesitate to make their pathetic lives worth something by stepping on them with these shoes. “If you think I had melt down back in the states, you should see what I’m like when I’m not on my own land,” I tell them and flash a smile. The one gir