Juliette backed away, “I shouldn't have to tell you. You should already know. And it's obvious that you're siding with her!”
“Don't be ridiculous. Where are you going?”
She hurried down the winding staircase, “home,” she yelled back, “and you're not invited!”
He was still standing there, calling her name like he usually did, but this time she didn't look round, she didn't run back to him. Instead she held up her hand and shouted “goodbye!”
And that had been Thursday evening in a nutshell.
Since then, she had hardly slept and her appetite had dwindled. She felt nauseous when she thought of the way she had behaved and fretted over how his very intelligent, sensible colleagues would now perceive her. I'll never be invited to a university awards evening again, she thought, dunking her bis
