The clanking of plates snapped me back to reality. I admired the graceful way in which Uno moved around the kitchen. He looked so cute while he was putting plate, walking around the table. Just as I was admiring him, my eyes drifted to his tattooed biceps.
“You need to change your shirt baby.” I smiled at him taking the glass from his hand and placed them on the table.
“Okay,” he smiled back and went into his room.
I took a glance at the clock on the wall and let out a silent scream. It was almost time.
I opened the fridge and carefully pulled out a bottle of grape wine. Thank God, I thought of buying this when we went shopping.
The bell rang and I froze all of my movements. The bitches are here. My heart started beating abnormally and my skin crawled as I walked out and t
