I watched from the corner as Philipa stormed up the stairs to her room. I quietly walked out of the spot I was hiding in and went to Aiden. He looked up at me with a lot of shock but it died in an instant.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" he asked, clearing his throat while straightening his suit.
"Yeah, I can't sleep," I said as I walked to him sitting beside him.
"What's the matter?" I asked, trying to sound natural.
"Nothing," he said, his voice tight and unfamiliar, angry and pained in fact.
"You are drinking too much," I said trying to take away the shot glass but he flinched away. He stood up from the barstool with speed then straightened his suit.
"I am exhausted... You should go to bed," he said as he left, leaving me alone in the kitchen.
I felt my chest tighten as
