Red Wine for Breakfast

Mother keeps glaring at Mia our border slash prostitute for habitually taking her customer in the villa, mind you she's fun to be around, she always give a great stash of sweets that earned her another black marks from my mom.

" Earning your bread should be within your work area, how many times should I tell you to keep it away from here?"

" You're also doing my line of work, why so pretentious?"

" There's unwritten line between being tacky, vulgar, and society correct conduct." Mia glared saucily at Brenda upon hearing the words, then suddenly laugh mirthlessly.

" You mean to say, we should be elegant ladies while whoring ourselves for a few bucks?"

" Why not? This villa shouldn't be tainted."

" Why not? Care to explain why it's not fucking so?"

" Language my dear." Mia rolled her eyeballs and right now I can feel the agitation in her voice, she's exasperated to my mom's, 'oh so meticulous behavior'.

" Another unwritten rule between tacky, vulgar, and society correct conduct my dear Brenda?"

" If you put it that way -"

" And now you left me hanging, would you like to elaborate this attitude of being high and mighty and mind you you're always shoving this crap."

" Attitude my dear, she's within earshot, and don't go rolling that eyeballs again it's not great on you." Mia's jaw slacked a minute or two before she gathered her bearings.

" She knows what we're doing and please stop lecturing me once again with being socially correct. I'll gonna puked on your dammed face." I know Mia got a steely glare, mother is so formidable, not just in attitude but also in build. She's not a softy kind of woman, with frills and ribbons. She's handsome with sturdy stature, angular face and an elegant attitude through and through.

" I know Mia, but I drilled her to be a perfect lady."