“Goodness gracious,” an older woman muttered behind her hand, leaning close to her companion.
“How uncouth,” another whispered, shaking her head in disapproval as she clutched at her pearl necklace.
“Did you see that? Completely unprovoked.” The words were a growing buzzing in my head, louder and louder, round and round. Unprovoked? Unprovoked?
Is that what they all thought of me? That I would…that I was just like Johnathon.
Was I?
I blinked, watching as Ari fixed her hair back into place. It was like the slap hadn’t happened, she was so cool. But the red handprint slowly growing to stain her cheek said otherwise.
The commentators grew bolder, speaking in whisper-shouts that everyone could hear. “Richard should have known better,” one tutted, actually tutted. “You have to keep su
