Angelica’s POV:
The day I was determined to find Anthony, I frequently had a dream about our glorious reunion.
Being left behind in the middle of a party was definitely not one of them, and neither was getting questioned about what type of punishment I want for my nonexistent adultery.
With all my power, I slap his hand away much to both of our surprises. I stand up, still shorter than him, but with the heels, my head reaches his chin. I held my head and glare up high. “Do I know you, sir?”
I admit I’m quite petty about this situation. I could always ask him, hold an open conversation, about why he did what he did inside. However, with the green bean leaping inside my mind, all logics were thrown out.
His white knuckles made its appearance; hot alcoholic breath scatters all
