Y/n's p.o.v:
"Are you proud of yourself?!" I spat. Mum shrugged taking a drink of her wine. I scoffed and knocked the glass out of her hand. "Just because the holiday wasn't going the way YOU wanted it doesn't mean you have to act like a total bitch, mum!" I said. "You could've hurt me with that glass." She said. "Good! You deserve a good smack! Do you know what actually? I think the only disappointment is you! You're not being a very good mother. I mean, you slapped Harry." "What about you?! You're the one who got pregnant at 16! Wow, your kids are going to be proud you!" Mum said sarcastically. I shook my head. "Mother of the year." I mumbled and left the table with the twins. I headed to the elevator when I saw Marcel crying on Harry's shoulder. "Hey." I mumbled. "I'm done." Marcel said. "I'm done with her. She thinks she can say that to me?! She's got another thing coming! We're going to stop talking to her for the last of this holiday." Marcel said and Gemma sat down. "I'm with you on that one." She said. "We all will. She'll learn how to live without her kids. It'll blow back in her face."
