Patricia gasped, horror washing over her features. "What did you just say?" she screeched. "You spent half of it already!" Her voice escalated with each word. "On what?"
Lorie frowned, annoyed by the interrogation. She had used the money to buy expensive clothes, jewelry, designer handbags, and matching shoes—all to impress Augustine. But despite all her efforts, the man hadn't even spared her a second glance.
She pressed her lips together in frustration.
Patricia, growing more impatient, gripped her daughter's arm. "I'm talking to you. Answer me."
Lorie yanked her arm free, scowling. "Stop badgering me," she snapped. "Didn't you always say you wanted to live in a big house? Well, I booked an apartment in a luxury neighborhood. And I bought a car."
"A car?" Patricia blinked, completely thrown.
Lorie huffed. "I've been driving a second-hand car for so long. It's embarrassing in front of my colleagues. I needed an upgrade."
