Vivienne's POV
“Who?” I asked, turning to him.
“You see, you do this every time, every f*cking time. This isn't the time to act clueless, Vivienne,” Alexander replied, folding his arms across his chest.
“And how am I acting clueless here?” I fired back.
“So wanting to understand you is acting clueless in your book? Don't come at me with that; I'm really not in the mood for this today.” I couldn't stand the talks.
“Who dropped you—”
“A friend,” I replied before he could finish his sentence.
“Wow, so your friends with cars drop you off now? I didn't know you had friends like that. Well—”
“Alexander, I told you earlier, I'm not in the mood for this. I had—” I paused when I saw a bloodstain on my gown. My wrist was bleeding. It must have been when that man suddenly dropped me on the f
