Cassie
I couldn't stand the sight of Marghie and Daryl enjoying their time together. How dare they move on so quickly? It was infuriating. So, I grabbed John's arm and urged him to follow them outside the restaurant.
"Come on, John, let's see what they're up to," I said, my voice laced with irritation.
John furrowed his brow and questioned, "Why do we need to follow them, Cassie? It's none of our business."
I couldn't believe his audacity. Was he defending Marghie? My anger flared, and I retorted, "Jealous much, John? Maybe you still have feelings for her!"
My suspicions were growing, and I had to know what Marghie and Daryl were up to.
As we followed Marghie and Daryl's car into that hotel, my anger was brewing like a storm. The nerve of Marghie to move on so quickly, and with Daryl
