"How do you know Miss Williams?" He sat on the stool beside me. He ordered himself a drink, a scotch to be specific.
"I knew her during the charity ball. She helped me with the outfit so I could get in to find you.
He hummed." She doesn't know anything about that night, does she?"
"No. I'm not that stupid to blurt out information." I said almost insulted by what he meant.
"Good."
I sighed. "I'm going to the washroom." He nodded.
As soon as I got out, I heard a fuss in the corridor. I follow where it was and saw Ashton and his fiancee fighting.
"I didn't agree with this marriage, Clarke. You don't have the right to order me around. Now, get off of me." She shook off his grip on her arm. She then left.
"Sierra! Sierra!" Ashton called her but the girl didn't look back.
I walked towar
