30. Apology
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Dimitri walks away, and a praise is on the tip of my tongue.
But thank goodness I don’t say anything. Because Mikolaj is giving me the same look he gave at Neon Oasis VIP restroom that night.
Now what? Can’t I even talk to people?
“What the hell is your problem?” I ask.
“Why would I have a problem?” he says, his voice laced with irritation. He presses his phone to his ear, then walks into the house.
I scoff. Judgemental jerk. He has no right to judge or dictate me. I am not his servant.
And I am sure he used the phone to avoid the confrontation. I feel victorious. I shouldn’t let this slide.
I look back at Jessica. She is picking up tiny flower pots and arranging them as she likes.
“Hey! Jessica! Wanna play hide and seek?”
“YES!” she says.
“Go Hide! Go Go!”
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