ELARA

I sat stiffly in the backseat, my hand clutching my dress as the driver pulled up in the parking garage. I didn’t wait until he turned off the car’s engine before I stepped out of the car.

My head was spinning, clouded with everything that had just happened.

From taking Dimitri’s phone to him and meeting that wench he’s been solely centered on. And then her audacity. The way she spoke back at me with such guts.

For once, I felt so little in front of someone and anger ...