Lucy Taylor was taken aback, her anger had nowhere to vent, "You know that's not what I meant!"
What the hell is a toast?
It should be a penalty drink, right!
Wait, why should we drink at all?
Led astray by Hannah's words, Lucy felt even more uncomfortable, "If you could use the same words you used to belittle me on them, they wouldn't be so cocky."
How arrogant must one be to badmouth someone to their face?
Hannah opened her eyes, looking at the vaguely blinding sunlight outside the car window, and squinted uncomfortably, "Who do you think is even worthy of my criticism?"
A twitch appeared at the corner of Lucy's mouth, "So, you mean I should thank you for belittling me?"
Hannah turned her head, her smile dazzling, and her voice sweet, "You're welcome."
Livid, Lucy could not utter a word in response to Hannah's bright smile.
She reassured herself that this was normal, and she shouldn't be angry.
Shouldn't be!