I have never seen Luca Basco’s face turn that shade of red before. It was both frightening and fascinating.
It didn't change the fact that we were going to die.
The best thing to do is apologize when one retches into another’s glossy shoes, but each time I tried, something else came out of my mouth. From beside me, I think Anna is also trying her best to apologize, but it’s lost by sounds a monster would probably make.
Goddess, I hate her so much.
She did this. Her distraction caused this.
I am a Prince, the son of the great Eros Basco. I should not ever be on my knees and exploding from my mouth. Forcing myself up right, I wipe my lips with as much dignity as I can muster.
“Apologies,” I did not know how to continue further. Admitting to a butter eating competition sounds too out
