Chapter 10
Isabella eyed Susan warily. "Hey, have you heard? Folks are saying Wendy's trying to set you up with her chubby son. That's why she's suddenly all buddy-buddy with you."
Susan couldn't help but laugh, though she was a bit annoyed. "Seriously? You know my situation. Do you think they'd go for a 'buy one, get one free' deal?" She lowered her voice, patting her belly.
"Even that would be a steal for her. Her son weighs like 220 pounds and isn't exactly a genius. No girl wants to marry him," Isabella replied.
Susan shook her head, smiling. "People will believe anything. They just make stuff up."
"Probably just jealous 'cause Wendy's treating you differently and they can't figure out why," Isabella said.
Just then, a ruckus broke out behind Susan. She turned to see Amelia arguing with the chef.
"I want the same soup she's having," Amelia demanded, pointing at Susan.
The chef glanced at her. "It's all gone."
"Gone? Seriously? She's not a VIP. Why does she get special treatment?" Amelia snapped.
"Ask management. I just cook," the chef shot back, getting annoyed.
"Oh, I see. You must have a thing for her and made that soup just for her, huh?" Amelia accused.
The chef threw his spoon into the pot, furious. "Miss Garcia, I've been doing this job honestly for fifty years. Don't throw baseless accusations at me. Just because you have some manager backing you doesn't mean you can act like this. You're just a mistress. If his wife comes over and beats you up, you'll know your place!"
The dining hall erupted in laughter. Amelia fumed but couldn't do anything.
Melissa Clark, standing nearby, tried to calm her down. "Why argue with a chef? Let's eat somewhere else."
"Who does he think he is? Just a chef, acting all high and mighty," Amelia grumbled, storming off with Melissa.
Susan smirked. Amelia always had to compete with her, wanting everything Susan had and more.
Amelia noticed Susan's smirk and glared. Susan didn't back down, giving her a contemptuous look.
Outside the dining hall, Melissa asked, "What do you want to eat?"
"Eat? I'm too mad to eat," Amelia huffed.
"It's just a bowl of soup that's good for the baby. Is it worth getting this upset?" Melissa said.
"Wait, what? Soup that's good for the baby?" Amelia stopped, staring at Melissa.
"Yeah, it's good for pregnancy. My grandpa makes herbal mixes for that," Melissa said casually.
"Why is Susan having that soup??" Amelia's eyes narrowed.
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