Before I could respond, Scarlett spoke, her voice perfectly pleasant.
"We will be leaving."
Without wasting a second, she turned and walked out. Jasmine and Maya trailed behind her like shadows.
I turned to Granny, and I did not bother to keep the edge out of my voice.
"Judging someone before you know them is a distasteful and low behavior, Granny. Even for you."
Her mouth opened, but I did not give her the chance to respond. I excused myself, got up, and walked out.
I did not know why I felt aggrieved on Scarlett's behalf. The old woman had said hurtful things, deliberately, cruelly, and Scarlett had taken every word with a smile. But she had not deserved it. None of them had. I had brought them into that house, and I had stood there while my grandmother called them prostitutes to their faces.
I half-expected to find them crying when I stepped outside, huddled together in the cold, wounded by the old woman's words.
Instead, Scarlett stood by the car with a pleased smile on her face, like she had just won something. Maya looked bored, examining her nails. And Jasmine was staring at me with an expression I knew well; awe, and desire, all stirred into one heady cocktail.
I got that look from women sometimes. It was no surprise that she was looking at me that way.
"The old woman's words did not affect you?" I asked Scarlett.
She scoffed. "I have always had a thick skin. Besides, there was a lot of truth in some of what your grandmother said."
"Oh?"
"She was right that we showed up uninvited to a dinner meant for three." She ticked the points off on her fingers. "And she was right since I am a whore who would have sex anytime, as long as it serves my purpose."
"And the third point?"
She moved closer, close enough that I caught the scent of her perfume, something warm and spicy, and lowered her voice.
"I am fucking the bride's husband-to-be."
I stared at her for a long moment. Then I smiled.

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