Sooner than i expect, Jenna starts to strut toward us. Each stride, confident and full of power.
When she is about eight feet away from us, Hazel clings closer to me, her head lifting up as she clutches my arm, and I turn to her.
“I think I see her now,” she says nervously, glancing at Jenna’s determined approach. “And I hate to admit it, she looks stunning,” she adds in a hushed whisper, but I catch it.
“Not as stunning as you,” I assure her. There’s no need to feel insecure now, Hazel. You’re the one I want, not Jenna.
“Well, if it isn’t the motherfucking lying cheater,” she sneers, as she struts and stops sharply in front of me, her glare burning into me, her voice loud enough to turn a few heads nearby towards us.
“Why do you look so surprised?” She questions, enlarging her e
