DAVE
It really gets under my skin when the people you trust turn around and betray you.
I walked around the car, climbed in, buckled my seatbelt, and stared out the window at the two-faced, backstabbing b***h.
She had no idea, but her time was running out.
“Why do you hate her?” Elara asked, breaking the silence as I drove out of the parking lot.
I glanced at her and let out a chuckle. “I thought we were about to have an argument about the wedding preparations, not talk about your friend.”
She crossed her arms and turned to face me properly. “We’ll get to that, but first, why do you hate my friend?”
I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel, trying to buy time. “How did you come to that conclusion?”
“The tone you used when you addressed her told me everything I need to know.”
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