Eliana's POV

“What the hell is your problem?!” She snapped, wiping at her dress where her drink had splashed.

I could feel the heat rushing up my neck as I got angrier by the moment.

“My problem? Maybe if you watched where you were going, this wouldn’t have happened!”

“Excuse me?” Her brows shot up.

The word came out like venom, her tone dripping with disbelief. She took a step forward, closing the distance between us and the alcohol on her breath, mixed with perfume, caused ...