Verena
~Neil and Jana’s Wedding Anniversary~
They say the best revenge is silence but in my own books, the best form of revenge was pettiness. And tonight—Neil and Jana’s wedding anniversary— the only star of the show would be me.
As I strutted into the hall where people dressed in black—the official dress code for the party—huddled together in small groups. Slowly, the laughter and music ceased as heads turned to me, gasps and murmurs trailing behind me.
A small gasp was elicited from Kian’s mouth as he poured non-alcoholic wine into Zita’s glass, the liquid rising higher with every second that his eyes followed me until it hit the brim and spilled all over Zita’s black dress.
Annoyance blared in her eyes as she shrieked, ready to slam both hands on Kian’s chest only for her eyes
