"I get it."
If it wasn't for her uncle and aunt, Rosemary really didn't want to have anything to do with Alma. Still, Alma stuck to her like glue, even speeding up just to walk side by side with her.
"Rose, do you come here often?"
Alma knew that this club was later taken over by Romeo. She often came here, partly hoping to bump into Romeo, and partly thinking that if she splurged enough to hit five-star status, Romeo would notice her.
Seeing that Rosemary didn't respond, Alma asked again, "Does Romeo bring you here often? Or do you come by yourself?"
"Your bumpkin cousin doesn't even have basic manners," Alma's friend Cherry Evert couldn't help but scoff. "Alma, just let her make a fool of herself later. Why waste your time?"
Alma didn't want to deal with Rosemary, but she needed to know if Romeo would be at the club tonight. Rosemary had arrived in Romeo's car—was she here to meet him? If so, she had to wreck it.
