I chilled in the cold outside air as I walked away from Blackwood Tower. I was stunned.
"His girlfriend? Fake girlfriend?" I to myself, making a small mist on the cold breath of my breathing. "Is this really happening?"
My heart pounded so brutally that it was strangling my neck. City lights tonight were especially blinding, and they were guiding me through all this madness.
I'd walked down to the subway stop and leant against the pillar, out of breath.
"Alexander Blackwood's fake date? Tell me again how you said the fact my family lost their estate was 'not relevant' when you're telling me something like this, about him?"
The pigeon c****d an eyebrow at me woodenly and winged away. Marvelous, thank you very much.
Train ride home, I had this woman glaring at me. Well, I did look rat
