My grip tightens on the glass that I've been holding. Damn that jerk! He has some guts to smile like nothing happened. After I saw his annoying facade while talking to some of my relatives.
I throw the half-empty bottle of champagne on the floor and I keep on throwing whatever that can be in my reach. My whole room is a mess. It looks like a typhoon visit in here. My door suddenly opens and my hand maiden enters with worried face.
I throw a dagger look at her. But she just walks towards me and gets the broken glass that I've been holding. She make me sit on the couch. And she went to the bathroom and get the first aid kit then she cleans my wound.
"Why are you here?" I ask her.
"I went back here because I forgot to close the door. But when I was near, I heard a crashing sound and you
