Yolande's friends echoed her sentiment, their voices laced with disdain. "Exactly! I knew she was trouble from the moment I laid eyes on her. Always pretending to be delicate and pure."

Yolande punctuated their agreement by pouring two glasses of wine, one for herself and one for Norah. She swirled the crimson Liquid thoughtfully before taking a slow sip.

"Do you know what I discovered? Dolores’ parents and grandparents are farmers from some backwater village. They toiled tirelessly to get her out of there. I doubt they ever imagined their daughter would be caught fooling around with a colleague at school, a scandal that spread like wildfire. Despite accumulating hundreds of thousands of dollars from her wealthy boyfriend, she didn't spare a cent for her own family. She observed their struggles from her elevated position.