Twenty-eight
~ROSALINE~
"Can't you watch where you're going?!"
She didn't see it?
Was she pretending?
She hands me the phone like it's some kind of poison.
I bow, straighten myself and walk away..
I bump into someone. "I told you not to leave that table."
Mr Sylvester takes my hand and moves me back to where I was sitting.
"I had to use the restroom." He sits me down.
"Where's your drink?" I look around the table and I can't find it. "Don't leave here." He says. "I'll get you a new glass."
I nod. He leaves to get me a new glass. My stomach tumbles and a smile creeps to my lips.
If I was being honest I really loved this kind of treatment. It was perfect.
But it was fake.
I exhale and turn my head to watch where he had moved off to. My head turns to the hall's entrance
