Sonya noticed the disdainful looks from the group, and felt utterly embarrassed.
"Fifty grand wouldn’t even cover my dinner tab. Just you wait, I’ll be back to play soon. Unlike you, I don’t have a useless husband hanging around at home."
Their friendship was flimsy at best, and her words lit a firestorm.
"Sonya, what's that supposed to mean? Just because you're single, it doesn’t make you better than us. It’s not like guys are lining up for you. If you had half the smarts your sister does, you’d have been married ages ago."
"Exactly. Your sister’s living the high life as a society wife, while you’re just lounging around with no real job. You don’t even know how my husband talks about you. He says you’re not worth his attention at all. Better get with the program, girl."
Men were Sonya’s Achilles' heel. Back in the day, she had her fair share of charm, but her standards were sky-high. Then Ada married into the wealthy Ferguson family, making Sonya’s single status even harder to swallow.
She felt the sting of humiliation. Her cheeks were ablaze, but no comeback came to mind. In this neighborhood, being single was like wearing a sign that read "gossip fodder."
With determination, she put her hands on her hips. "I’ll marry someone even better than Ada’s husband."
Laughter erupted around her. Ada’s husband was from the elite Ferguson family, and Sonya’s claim seemed straight out of a fantasy.
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