The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 58

  • Chapter 4

  • Someone immediately burst into laughter.

  • “Does she look like the type?

  • “Come on, Africa? She probably rarely even leaves her province!”

  • Even Jackson smirked faintly, shaking his head in disdain.

  • Sara squinted her eyes, a triumphant smile spreading across her face.

  • “Exactly, I asked the wrong person!

  • “I should’ve asked her which local market sells the cheapest vegetables or which brand of toilet cleaner works best!”

  • The table erupted in laughter again.

  • She, smug as ever, turned away and launched into another topic.

  • I slowly clenched my fists.

  • Something inside me was burning.

  • I thought, I must be drunk.

  • Otherwise, why would such a childish provocation anger me?

  • “I’ve been there.”

  • My voice was calm but firm, cutting through the noise at the table.

  • The laughter stopped abruptly.

  • Sara turned her head, momentarily stunned, before sneering, “What?”

  • “I’ve been to Africa.”

  • Chapter 4

  • her face, but she quickly regained her composure, her

  • haven’t been, just say

  • trouble.”

  • “I’m not lying.”

  • her arms, tilting her chin up. “Then tell us, where exactly

  • Morocco? Or perhaps South

  • my voice

  • The air froze.

  • hesitantly, doubt thick in their

  • another laughed,

  • inside me flared even higher.

  • wasn’t the only one there–there

  • aid

  • not “normal people”

  • my gaze across the

  • I lived there for an entire

  • witnessed wars fought over mineral resources, visited Ebola treatment centers, distributed relief supplies

  • was even shot.”

  • over the table.

  • widened, staring at me in disbelief.

  • 09:22

  • Chapter 4

  • my gaze on Sara as my tone turned icy:

  • “One more thing.

  • de Santiago doesn’t start in Portugal; it stretches from France

  • banned since

  • lips curling into a

  • lying isn’t good. It’s so easy to

  • face turned

  • and uncertain glances,

  • feet, her voice rising in a shrill

  • nobody–how could she have been to such

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