Matthew had stared after her in complete and utter shock when Alexandrea had breezed from the room. He knew that she was a horrible, awful, bitter woman but she'd actually managed to surpass every record that she'd set in the past.
"Please do, he encouraged Ed with an understanding nod as he pushed himself out of his chair. "I think I need to go... converse with my wife."
Upon leaving the dinner table, Ashleigh had rushed straight into the bathroom and locked the door. No, she didn't have to pee but she had certainly needed to get away from her mother.
This was exactly why she'd never brought anyone to meet her parents. That woman was impossible. She was horrible and Ashleigh hated her now more than ever. She hated her and, suddenly, she regretted bringing Ed home with her.
She slumped onto the closed toilet seat and pressed her face into the palms of her hands. This couldn't possibly get worse... it just couldn't. She'd been utterly humiliated at being called 'homely' but now she was also some kind of whore, too.
When tears began to seep through her tightly closed eyes, she took several deep breaths. She wasn't going to do this... she wasn't going to do this... she wasn't going to cry. Her mother wasn't going to win... she just needed to breathe.