Old Bess gave Becca a sideways glance. Hands on her hips, Becca clearly meant business. And Old Bess hadn’t ruled out the possibility that this girl might just be crazier than her friend.

She wondered if she should play with fire twice in one night?

“I told her it’s obvious she’s madly in love with you,” Old Bess said, her lips curling into a sardonic grin. “You don’t exactly need gaydar to diagnose that, hon. I told her how you and Paul hooked up earlier tonight; she didn’t like that at all. But I think the thing you’re wondering about is what I told her that made her scream like a banshee.”

“That’s exactly what I want to know,” Becca hissed.

“I told her she’s a heartless hussy who needs to stop butting her nose into everybody else’s business.”

Before Becca could react, Karl grabbed Sassy by the shoulders and started to lift her. “Can you help me get her up?” Karl asked Becca, hoping to distract her. “It’s past midnight and we need to get Cinderella home before she turns into a pumpkin.”