Stephanie’s gaze drifted back to Karen, who was gesticulating wildly, her voice carrying faintly into the diner. Part of her wanted to hit Karen where it hurt, to give her a taste of the humiliation she so freely dealt to others. But that inner voice reminded her to take the high road.
After a few more moments of careful thought, Stephanie’s lips curled into a sly smile as an idea formed—a plan to give Karen a long-overdue lesson without stooping to her level. She didn’t need to get her hands dirty; Karen would handle that all on her own.