My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

After thinking for a moment, I said, "It's the weekend tomorrow. I might take Anne to the bookstore so I might not be available."

"Let's have dinner together. It won't take long." After hesitating briefly, she continued, "I know you probably misunderstood me. But, Arianna, we all have to live for ourselves. Besides, she deserved it." Kelsey's complaint to Sierra in the movie shed, be it intentional or not, wasn't a big deal to me. People had their own free will to choose their friends. After all, birds of a feather tend to flock together. "I'll see you on the weekend then." It was easier to be doubtful since one could not read another's expression on the phone.

"Okay!"

After hanging up, I came out of the washroom and saw that Anne was no longer at the dining table. Only Hendrix and Josiah were around. I furrowed my brows and asked, "Where's Anne?" Josiah replied, "She wanted dessert, so she went to pick some up with Chloe."

I frowned. I was worried and feeling slightly angry, but I couldn't lash out at Josiah, so I looked towards Hendrix and said, "Anne is naughty, and Miss Hammer is pregnant. How could you let her go with Chloe? Hendrix looked at me and saw how anxious I was. He got up and tugged at me, saying, "They're only in the restaurant. Don't worry, they'll come back soon!"

pushed him away and walked towards where the desserts were. It was not that I didn't trust Chloe, but she was not the most reliable person in the room. Anne was

that she was fine, I let out a sigh of relief. When I saw Chloe snapping photos of Anne with her cell phone, I frowned

me and said with some grievance, "Arianna, don't you think you're overreacting? I took a photo of her because

her close and said to Chloe, "For the sake of your safety, kindly stay away from my daughter from now

cell phone back. She looked at me and said, "I would be able to understand this if she were your child. I see how precious she is to you. Could the rumors be true? That Mr. Roberts can't have children, so you're treating her like your own

you have nothing nice to say,

"Are the rumors

to my ear, and her voice was so low that I was the only

gaze, raised my hand, and slapped her without a second thought. It