Chapter 73. Cynthia's Room

CELINE’s P O V

‘‘First of all… you asked me who I thought I was? I'm going to pose the same question to you. Who do you think you are, Cynthia Anderson?’’

Cynthia was at a loss for words.

‘‘Second… you look down on mistresses, bitches, and shameless women; however, now it will be exactly this same mistress, bitch, and shameless woman who will be teaching you etiquette and educating you! If that's the case, does that put you on a higher tier than the whore, bitch, and shameless woman you're conversing with?!’’

She couldn’t find a word to retort as she opened her mouth and then closed it again.

‘‘Third… I am indeed from the island, but must the people there be exceptionally filthy? Do you think you are that clean, because your body is reeking of all kinds of stinky perfume, it makes me want to throw up!’’

I breathed.

‘‘Fourth… my height is five feet and seven inches, and my weight is one hundred and twenty pounds. Do you have any further questions?’’