Rosie Scott pressed her tongue against her cheek, feeling nauseated no matter how many times she saw this. She should have listened to Jane's advice and not spoken to this stubborn, spoiled woman. The girl handed the tomato she was holding to her; "The mother at the ancient village gave it to us, I'm giving you a box."
Melody Sutton sneered and didn't even take the box of tomatoes. "Some people have tangled themselves up with the client, probably used some dirty tricks to get the role, right?"
"Melody Sutton, you really are mud that can't stick to the wall. Why do you always have to think so badly of people?" Rosie Scott placed the tomatoes on her table and turned to leave, uninterested in speaking further with this brainless woman.
