Sasha's POV

“How was it, Madam Sasha?”

“Get out of my face.” I growled, annoyed by her hypocrisy.

She probably heard just as the others had done how bad it was yet she had the nerve to ask me about it, reminding me of the shame I couldn't stop thinking about all through the night.

I was going to have the last laugh though and everyone who was gossiping already about my sour experience would have to swallow their words.

Even if it was Betsy, the one who had shown nothing but ...