“I'm not sure why you gave me such a personal book if you cared about it so much."
Isabella's fuse, famously long, now blew in an instant.
"I gave it to you... because I thought that maybe, somewhere, inside of you... there was the tiniest semblance of a soul."
Isabella's cheeks were bright red, as was her neck, as hot tears filled her eyes.
"What did you say?"
"I thought that maybe... maybe beneath all of the... all of the hair products and the lip gloss and the eye shadow," said Isabella, her voice shaking, along with her hands, "there was an actual human being inside of you. But... there's nothing human about you."
The look on Molly's face was one of both shock and awe at the fury stirred up in Isabella.
"You're just... an empty vessel. You're all exterior. And you'll never write a great cookbook or do anything great in your life, because... because whatever part of you was human, whatever part of you existed that could connect with other people, is gone and it's all been replaced by... by... Botox."
Isabella put her mug down and headed for the door. Molly, too stunned to speak, watched her.
As Isabella pulled open the handle, she turned back one last time:
"Good luck with the cookbook. You can delete me from your phone. I'm going to keep you in mine and change your name to an emoji, just like you did with me. Only your emoji is going to be... it's going to be a smiling piece of shit!”