“I'll be right back, baby girl. Daddy will get you in the car seat, then when I get back we can go home.”
“Wait,” he hisses, stepping towards me, reaching for me like hes going to stop me, but retreats.
I just give him a sweet smile before heading over to the catty bitches.
“Hi.” My voice is cheery and friendly, but really I just want to slap the fake lashes off their faces.
“Hello,” the one with a brown bob says, looking me up and down. Probably jelly because I look hot as fuck today. I went for the whole business-woman look. I have black dress pants, a white form-fitting blouse, and my hair and makeup are on point.
“Thought I’d introduce myself. Hi, I'm Rosie's mother.”
“No, you’re not,” another one scoffs. “Her mother is a close friend of mine. I think it's wrong to just appoint yourself someone's mother just because you're dating their father. Brianna is her real mother, and I know she won't stand for this when she gets back.”
Oh, hunny, she's not coming back.She’s on a forever business trip. But I’ll let them be none the wiser.
“So is abusing your child,” I purr, batting my eyelashes.
“Excuse me?” ‘Karen’ 2.0 gapes.
“You heard me.” I stare her down, taking a step closer. “That little girl is better off without that bitch. I’m glad she took off with her perverted husband and left her child behind. Because now she can be raised by people who love her and make her their whole world. That little girl was only ever a pawn to your ‘friend’ and no child should be treated that way. Remember that when you find out your husband is fucking the babysitter, or leaving you for his secretary. Don't use your kids to get back at him. Only shitty people do that. Be better. Also, Cass is one of the best men I’ve ever met, so just be thankful that little girl has a father who adores her, and mind your own fucking business. Okay? Thanks.” I turn to walk away but these women don't know how to keep their mouths shut.
“Who are you anyways? Some replacement because his child's mother found someone better?”Don't shoot the woman in the face, Harlow, you're in front of a school, and that's fucked-up... even for you.But I am very fucking tempted to follow this bitch home and burn her house down.
I turn back to her with a manic smile. Their eyes widen as they flinch back. “You don’t have the right to know my name. But if you really must call me something, feel free to call me Queenie.” I flash her a smile that's all teeth before giving her a wink.
Yup, they know that name. A few swallow hard, and one looks like she's ready to crap herself. This school is packed with children of the rich elite, and the only reason why Rosie is enrolled here is because it's the best school in the state, but I’ll be damned if I let these morally corrupt, asshats think they have any say over my daughter.
I turn around, giggling to myself as I walk back to the car. Maybe I should join the PTA...Nah, I don't think they would make it out alive.