Janet turned around and saw who it was.

Jocelyn was standing beside her. She looked apologetic, but it somehow seemed exaggerated as she fought a complacent smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry. A waiter bumped against me now."

She clamped her mouth with one hand and held the glass with the other, pretending to feel sorry for her.

Her apology didn't seem sincere, for her every word dripped with contempt. "I didn't mean it."