When Hazel stared to refuse, Elliott tried again.
“Hazel, let’s go get some air.” Elliott took her by the hand. Hazel missing the way Cain shoved a mic in his hand as he walked past them, made several people snicker.
The entire room went quiet as they waited for what was coming. Grier looked around. “Does everyone but her know?”
“Her and Kash, I imagine,” Twila giggled from behind her shoulder. “He seems perplexed as to why it’s so quiet.”
The click of the mic being turned on caught everyone’s ears.
Elliott’s voice came through clearly, “let’s take a seat here on the bench. Are you okay?”
“No. I don’t know why she hates me so much.” Hazel whined.
“Really? You screwed her boyfriend on the duvet my grandmother made her.” Elliott returned. “I think she is within her rights to be angry.
