….The anger we swallow, is the acid that eats away at our souls
-Susan David.
NIKOLAS
I should have looked away the second I saw her walk through the doors of the dining area and felt my breath catch stubbornly in my throat.
I think it’s the dress, it’s too bloody perfect with its falling layers that mold themselves to her curves.
But it could just as easily be the way the light of the chandelier catches in her hair like fractures of shattered gold or that bloody knowing glint in her eye that only I seem to be able to see.
A glint that seems to say ‘I know something you don’t’.
I lift my glass to my lips and chug down the champagne so fast it burns my throat.
I should have looked away then but I didn’t and now I can’t seem to stop.
Across from me Earl is speaking to father about
