Cruel Words in a Perfect Setting
At the table beside us, three women in designer suits leaned close, their diamond bracelets glittering as they laughed a little too loudly.
When a young waitress approached their table, tray carefully balanced in trembling hands, the laughter changed.
It grew sharper—cutting through the air like glass.
One of them sniffed the air dramatically and said, just loud enough for everyone nearby to hear:
“Do you smell that? She reeks of poverty.”
Another leaned in, smirking. “And look at her shoes—so worn. How humiliating, working here without being able to afford better.”
The last woman smiled with disdain. “She probably lives off scraps and tips. Poor thing. Tragic, really.”
Their laughter followed, cruel and deliberate.
