Chiara
I saw the color drain from his face the moment the words left my lips. I didn’t care anyway. He could go for his damned dinner alone.
He would not just insult me, then wave it off like it was nothing, and expect me to smile to his face.
I bet he had no idea that his words had become a reminder of why I was stuck here, with nothing, and I hated him for that. Not more than I hated Gwen and Rafael, though.
I scoffed inwardly as I pushed the door open. Maybe I’d just lock myself in here till he was gone.
I was about to shut the door behind me when he put his legs in the way and pushed the door back open.
I stepped back. Oh, now he knows how to use his legs. Stupid, arrogant, disrespectful man.
“What is it? If it’s about your dinner, then I already mentioned that I won’t be going.
