"What's the matter?"
Julissa saw from a distance the interaction between Wolcott and Rosalie. She also clearly saw Wolcott's expression go from indulgent to furious.
She walked over, pulling Cerillo's hand, her face full of surprise, "Why does dad look so angry?"
When Rosalie saw them coming, she was even more delighted inside. Perfect. The more people who know about that wretched woman's misfortune, the better! Unexpectedly, before she could even inform anyone, they already came.
Rosalie had a face of distress, whispering, "It's all me... I might have misunderstood earlier. I saw your mom in the hallway pulling at some waiter, and I just mentioned it casually. Wolcott got really angry..."
"No way!" Julissa covered her mouth, unable to believe it, "My mom would never do something like that. You must have been mistaken!"
Rosalie forced a bitter smile, "I hope I did misunderstand, but I saw them kissing..."
