If I could've painted Gwen's expression upon seeing the live stream, I would. She looked so shocked that she dropped her constant act of a demure lady, leaving an enraged woman with a slack mouth and big wide eyes in her place. It was hilarious, and I bet my grin could've split my face in two.
"This isn't real," Gwen whispered, her eyes still glued on the screen. The chat box on the side was open, and thousands of messages kept pouring on the live stream, each one more degrading than those before them.
"This. Is. Not. Real," Gwen repeated. When I still didn't answer, she finally looked back at me, and her face only twisted angrier once she saw my smile.
Screaming, she grabbed her bag on the sofa and threw it at the laptop. It sent the two items flying from the table and hitting the floo
