She’s beautiful to look at, she’s new, she’s clean, and perfectly cut. But then you get up and look closely and see that she’s not real. She’s a fake. She doesn't glimmer like a natural diamond or hold the beauty and unbreakable strength of a real diamond. She’s just a manufactured piece of glass. Not the real deal. And sooner or later, that pig headed owner is gonna realize that fake diamonds can never pass for the real ones, no matter how much you wish they would.
So don't come in here acting like you matter. You left and took your high horse with you," he takes another step in my direction. My throat constricts.He's not finished, "And you show up here at my club thinking you can just waltz right in and have a say? No bitch.