Downstairs, Nora shot a glare at Rachel's back as she disappeared upstairs, pretending she hadn't even heard her.
"Hmph, the rich really are different. They think they're better than everyone else," she scoffed coldly through her nose.
"Enough! Stop talking. There's plenty of food over there, use it to keep your mouth busy," Grady snapped, an odd wave of irritation rising in him.
Nora's eyes swept over the beautifully made desserts on the table.
They looked so good it was almost a crime not to eat them. She licked her lips and strolled over, shooting Queenie a meaningful look.
Picking up a delicate pastry, Nora sat down gracefully on the sofa, clearly ready to enjoy the show.
