He couldn't keep still the entire evening, no matter how hard he tried. After some time, she was sure he had stopped trying. He couldn't even mask his irritation.
His eyes were shooting daggers at Deo and Yvette. He was failing miserably at maintaining his sangfroid. She was growing more uncomfortable by the second. No matter what she told him, it wasn't enough to calm him or distract him from the fact that his best friend betrayed him, and most probably had been betraying him for a long time. On one hand, she understood his anger. But why wasn't he letting go? Why was he allowing his anger to consume him so?
And Yvette?
She was loving the attention she was getting from just about everyone in the party. She relished in the tension that now engulfed them all. She strutted by with her
