ALINA
"Are you so blind that you mistook my legs for the table Alina!" Dante raged, bolting up from his seat at once.
"I'm sorry I'll get a napkin right away" I pleaded and attempted to turn away when an iron grip dragged me back.
"Are you mad Alina?" Dante asked rhetorically in a surprisingly low tone this time.
I had already apologised so what was the fuss then?
"You did this on purpose didn't you?" He added with a raised brow.
"No, I would not. I didn't do it on purpose. Allow me to go get a napkin" I defended myself.
"Do you think I'm a fool to not recognise what you are doing huh Alina!?" Dante raged at me.
I glanced at the other men and they all had slightly confused expressions rocking their faces.
"Dante why would Alina purposely pour syrup on you? It was just an accident
