Town Tramp
"Isabella Rainer!" I exclaimed and questioned. "What's that witch doing in New York?"
Isabella Rainer had been the class bitch growing up in our hometown on Long Island. She tormented me about my high school boyfriend Ethan because he had a slight case of acne (and now he's my husband), mocked Emily because of her 'plain Jane' wardrobe, and made fun of Megan and Aubrey just because they were out best friends. My favorite thing about graduating from high school was getting away from the small town little people like Isabella who didn't deserve the honor of even knowing me.
"Don't you remember when she hooked up with Brian Zaner?" asked Aubrey. "That was hilarious for the rest of us. Gorgeous guy and football team captain. Has one night with little Isabella Rainer and then doesn't want to see her again! I reveled in that for over a week. Every time she glared in my direction, I couldn't help but laugh."
"Come on ladies," chimed in Megan, "please don't talk so distastefully about someone we know."
Megan was the goody good girl of the bunch. She didn't like to talk badly about people. Firstly, she thought it was low class to gossip. Secondly, she believed in karma and whatever she dishes out will no doubt come back to bite her in the butt.
"Well then, Megan honey," laughed Emily, "close those pure ears of yours because what I'm about to tell you is big. Isabella was at the restaurant with my co-worker James. The two of them were clearly having a romantic dinner because I saw an uncorked bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice."
"So she was having a nice dinner. Big deal." said Megan.
"Not a big deal?" Emily replied, "I don't think James' very pregnant wife would have the same sentiment."
