It was Alexander. He stood tall; facing Ethan and Hilda. His face looked extremely furious.
"Her heel got broken bro. I was only trying to help".
"I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to my wife". He said coldly.
Hilda looked dismayed and frightened.
"He's right. My heel got broken, Alex".
Alexander contained his anger. He remembered what he told her earlier; they should both act all lovingly.
"Oh babe, you should've called me. I'll call John to take you home. Please bro, watch over her". He said, and walked away.
"What were you so afraid of, Hilda?" Ethan asked.
"Um- nevermind". She said, confused.
"We should catch up, alright? Text me". Ethan said.
"I'll do that. She said smiling.
Just then, John arrived.
"Ma'am, here's a pair of slippers. Sir Alexand
