Taste Of Rejection.

Irene should have been happy, after all, she was getting the reaction she wanted out of Leonica, but she couldn't be. No, not when the wine bottle had been empty, and all eyes were on her, trying to phantom what wrong she had done. Why weren't they judging Leonica who had poured the wine over her, she thought with gritted teeth, her eyes burning with anger. She was the victim here, so why were they not showing any pity. "She must have crossed her boundaries." Someone said with a click of her tongue, the distaste evidence in their voice. "Well, what's to be expected of an illegitimate child, who's a commoner at that. Disgraceful." Another chimed in. "I'm sure Ms. Romero was provoked by her, or else she wouldn't have reacted the way she did." "That's true. After all, the Romero's are known to be very well-mannered." Whispers of such went on, only a few people expressed their distaste for Leonica's action. "I've warned you several times, watch your mouth." Leonica said as her eyes scanned