Brigette
This wasn't looking good at all. I had to think of a way to curb this before It escalated any further.
It wouldn't look good should this come up in a tabloid tomorrow, before Sandra could take her stage again, I stepped between them, my voice sharp and commanding.
“Let’s go somewhere quieter,” I said, eyeing the both of them “This isn’t the place.”
“Suit yourself,” Rhysand snorted at my words before heading towards the parking lot. I frowned, I had to put a stop to this before things got out of hand. But I didn't know how.
Sandra followed, sniffing and limping slightly.”
Did she hurt her leg? I didn't remember that in the medical bill. Just as we got deep enough, she started again reaching for Rhysand.
“Rhysand please, I didn’t want things to end this way,” she said. “I’ve
