“YOU BASTARD!”
Jason didn’t know what to say or do. He simply stood there, amidst the growing unease of the ballroom, and not a single word came to his mind. He could feel himself tensing up, and feel the mounting fear in his heart.
It wasn’t a fear of the crowd; God no! He didn’t care even a little bit what they would think of him. But what he did care about was how Emiliana would think of him. He looked into her eyes, and when he tried to reach for her hand, she moved away from him before storming out of the room.
Jason looked up to find Alyssa’s evil smile on him. She was enjoying this immensely, having planned it all along. She had made him look like a fool; an imbecile; a laughing stock. And there was nothing he could do to exact his revenge on her.
It wasn’t just him, though.
