Why Are You Laughing?

Sarah's POV:

I didn't know how to respond to him; why would he say I don't have any respect for myself? That was rude. "Father, will you both argue again?" Josh asked, and I shook my head in denial before smiling.

"Parents don't argue; they get into a conversation," I explained, and he raised a brow, confused.

"It's a human concept; they don't always agree to everything... Let's go back." I held his hand and turned to walk away when he grabbed his dad's hand.

"I didn't get to eat breakfast this morning; can we stop by a restaurant together?" He asked with a pleading tone, and I looked at Anthony.

"Your mother probably needs to be in the spa or shopping now; you know how important that is to her," he explained. This man was something else; why did he have to speak for me?

"I am free." It's not like I wanted to go to some spa or go shopping, and I also wanted to prove Anthony wrong and make him understand that when it comes to kids, nothing else should come first.

"Yaay, how about you, dad?" Josh asked, and I smiled at Anthony. Maybe he was the one with a busy schedule and was trying to push the blame on Elma.

"What are you smiling at?" he asked with an irritated tone, and I burst out in laughter.

"If you are busy, then you should let us know rather than trying to push the blame on me," I explained, and his gaze was stuck on me; it was like he was lost in thought.

It made me nervous, and I stopped laughing before clearing my throat. "So are you coming?" I asked, and he snapped out before checking his watch.

"I have a board meeting in two hours; we could have breakfast before then... Come, Josh," he said, holding the kid's hand, and they walked to the elevator before I joined.

We got into Anthony's car, and he drove out. Minutes later, we arrived at a classic restaurant and walked in. A waiter directed us to the private section, and we took our seats.

"Mrs. Wistold, a picture, please," the waiter said while holding his phone. I shrugged my shoulders before nodding, and he walked closer to me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

I frowned and pushed it away slightly before smiling at the picture. When he was done, he turned to leave when I stopped him.

"You made me uncomfortable, but I assume it was because you were ignorant. Have a nice day." I reprimanded him while maintaining a smile; he looked embarrassed before leaving.

Why did he even want a picture with me? What am I saying? Everyone wants a picture with the almighty Elma Wistold.

"Some people came here to eat," Anthony commented before he picked the menu.

"Mother, our team won because of you. My friends say you are our lucky charm," Josh said, and I smiled even though I don't know how I got involved with their win.

"Keep it up, and in a few years, you will be the next LeBron James," I said, and he smiled.

"This is weird," Anthony said before sipping from his glass of water. Anthony placed the order, and the table was filled with our breakfast.

Then the waitress handed a cup of cocoa coffee to me. "Made as you like it, ma'am," she said, and I got nervous seeing cocoa.

"Oh," it seems Elma loved cocoa coffee like hell, but that wasn't the case with me. Just a sip of cocoa coffee can kill me. Anthony and Josh looked at me, and the waitress was still holding the cocoa coffee next to me.

"Since I won't go to the spa today, I will pass," I said, and she was a little surprised, but she nodded anyway and left.

"Since when do you reject cocoa coffee?" Anthony asked, and I needed a cover-up answer that would make him not ask me further or make him suspicious, so I had to go Elma's way.

"Don't pretend to know me; you don't." I sneered, but I felt bad replying to him that way.

He nodded, and this time he was minding his business.

After breakfast, I felt pressed and wanted to use the restroom. So I stood up and walked to the waitress. "The restroom?"

"It's clean, ma'am; you could use it," she answered. She probably assumed that I knew where it was located, so it would be weird to ask her for directions.

I walked down a quiet corridor when I heard some laughter. Then I saw a door, and it was written there, "Ladies restroom."

Finally, I pushed the door and walked in when I found two ladies by the mirror fixing their make-up.

"And he was like, didn't you get a car just last month? Why do you need another one?" they kept talking among themselves.

Then they looked at me "Elma, what are you doing here?" The one with short black hair asked; she was dressed so classy and had smooth and fair skin. Who was she to Elma? An enemy or a friend?

"She probably came to get some air," the second lady answered, and I nodded. Then the one with short black hair walked closer to me and handed her lipstick to me.

"Your lips are chaffy, and shouldn't you be shopping for a gown for your daughter's gala?"

I took the lipstick and smiled at her; it seemed she was my friend. "I don't feel well; what about you? Did you get a gown for the gala?" I tried striking up a casual conversation with them so that they wouldn't get suspicious, but to my surprise, they both burst out in laughter.

"The gala is for the parents of senior students; some of us don't have kids who are sixteen and seniors, I mean... sixteen years ago, we were still teenagers," she answered, and I could tell she was trying to mock Elma for giving birth at the age of sixteen.

"Don't get us wrong, but we grew up in a respectful family, so we didn't get pregnant as teenagers," the second lady answered as well. I smiled at them.

"You don't have kids?" I asked, and they both looked at me surprised. Where they just like me? They had no kids at such an age, and here they are mocking a woman for having a sixteen-year-old daughter.

"I am just asking; it's not easy to be a mother and still look hot. I mean, look at me." Now I had to switch to being Elma the bitch; I know she would have said worst.

"I am going to be a mother soon," the lady with short hair retorted.

"Good luck with that; I could help if at all you need me because I have experience with childbirth," I asked with a mocking tone.