Chapter 60

Addison

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Why was I angry right now? I haven’t the slightest idea, but I was angry, and the more I stared at Zane and his date, the angrier I became. I didn’t realize he was with a date till a few minutes ago after returning into the house after getting a call from Marco telling me the celebratory dinner was about to start. Zane’s girlfriend had blonde hair, and she was ridiculously beautiful, fitting right in his arms as she told him something while he leaned down to listen, then he was rolling his eyes and laughing along with her.

Who the fuck was she?

The fact that I was furious right now was making me mad at myself, cause it was supposed to be none of my business if he was here with a date or not, but for the life of me, I couldn’t stop my thoughts from wandering into places it had no business being in, like if he and this woman were dating, or just ducking. Neither of those thoughts made me feel less angrier, and I hated myself even more when I began to compare myself to his date.

I was seriously gonna develop hatred for blondes at this point.

“You alright, Addi?” Marco asked as he leaned into me right after we took our seats around the table. I forced a smile on as I nodded.

“Yeah.”

A giggle filtered towards us from across me and I watched Zane pull the seat out for his date, then he sat beside her and helped her tug her hair behind her ear. Something squeezed tightly in my chest, and I refused to dwell on that right now for my own sanity.

“See how he already quickly moved on from you? This showed that you were never really memorable to him and that he also never cared.

winced a little as hurt

Ouch. That hurt.


didn’t shock anyone, and Mrs Carter didn’t even seem sad as she threw her wine back after making a toast, As everyone around me did the same, I

my drink, then Marco had to pat my back a little harder than

still staring at me when I sneaked a glance up, and as I quickly averted my gaze,

quietly beside me

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to use these weird knives which I didn’t even know how to differentiate and up to six different knives was laid out by

it ever

dinner was complain and complain. I was slouching. I wasn’t using the right fork. I was doing this wrongly and wasn’t doing that the right way. It was making me downright angry, especially because he wasn’t quiet or subtle enough, so everyone

known this was how this dinner was my


why do you suck at this to this extent?” Marco began this time when I felt the irritation within me build up, and

from across me and I stiffened, my eyes darting upwards to

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