Maria starred at the paté. She had no idea what to say. How on earth would she manage to stand there and appear perfectly happy while she could feel her entire world crumple around her? Mostly she felt like standing up, raise her glass and just start to scream. Scream as long and as high as she possibly could. She wanted to throw all her loathing and all her anger against him right in his face. She wanted to tell him how she really felt towards him. She wanted to tell them all what Tim had done. Tell them what she herself had done and show them all what a living hell her life had become because of them. She would try not to cry while she would attack them with her fury and disgust, but she knew it would be impossible. She would start to cry just like mom always used to. Dad would go berserk, and she would probably never see Tim again.