Violet's POV
I have to get away from them, and there's only one way to do that.
Act.
I bit my lower lip and winced instead of answering, my eyes tearing up. I should use my cramp to my advantage, else I don't know how else to deny whatever they're thinking.
"I want to go home. I went there because I needed to call my chauffeur". I wheezed out.
"Your cramp got unbearable? I'm sorry". Layla was by my side in a few seconds, held my forearm and pulled me back into the storeroom.
"I didn't even notice that you stopped walking with us earlier until we got to the rooftop. Is he on his way?" She goshed, pushing me onto a carton to sit.
"Yes, I was going to the parking lot to wait for him" I nodded, squeezing out more tears.
I was in pain, but not enough to bring me to tears. Brenda was qu
