by Alexia Praks
Beth picked up the delicate china cup and took a sip of her Earl Grey tea. Though she knew the tea was simply delicious, she didn’t taste the flavor. It was bland.
She put down the cup and glanced at Britney, who she now thought was dressed way too sexy for a simple afternoon tea in a cafe.
“Thanks for coming to meet me on such short notice, Britney,” she began.
“No problem, Beth,” Britney said, waving her hand in the air.
“I want to get straight to the point.” Beth continued, eyeing the young woman sharply.
“Yes?” Britney said. “Look, Beth, I’ve tried my hardest.”
“Yes, I know that.”
“What did you mean things have changed, when I was at your house the other day?”
“Things certainly have changed, Britney. You must know already that Jayden and Alex are engaged to be married?”
“They haven’t officially released that information yet,” Britney argued. “You know that.”
“Yes, that is true. But I have come to the conclusion that I shall let bygones be bygones. If Jayden loves Alex and they want to get married, I have no objection to that.”
“What?” Britney snapped. “This isn’t right, Beth. You said so yourself you want me as your granddaughter-in-law and not that bitch!”
Beth narrowed her eyes dangerously at the choice of words Britney used. Why she never saw this side of Britney before was beyond her. Perhaps she was blind to Britney’s real character because she was convinced Britney would be the perfect woman for Jayden.
“Things change, Britney. Jayden doesn’t love you,” she said simply.
“I can make him love me,” Britney replied sharply.
“If he could love you, Britney, he would have done so a long time ago. You had many opportunities.”
“It’s because of her. She ruined our plans,” Britney gritted out in frustration.
“Is that why you asked Kyle to rape her?” Beth queried, her brows raised, her face a mask of anger and disgust.
Britney was shocked. “How did you know that?”
“I’m such an old fool, aren’t I, Britney? You know very well what I can do to you in light of society. But since your father is a family friend, you are still invited to Kelly’s wedding. Mind you, don’t you do anything stupid because I won’t put up with it.” She stood, smiled coldly, and then left.
Britney gritted her teeth and then growled loudly. She picked up the pot of tea and smashed it to the tiled floor, pieces of china shattering everywhere. A waiter came rushing, only to stop short in shock as Britney shoved him back and stalked to the door.
In her convertible, she flipped on her cell, dialed the numbers, and shouted into the phone, “It’s time for plan B!”
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