CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
For the last thirty minutes or so, Angel had not met my gaze and even though Chase tried to put his light-heartedness into kitchen, it couldn’t erase the obvious tension dancing in the air. Lucian had barely exchanged a word with Angel except for the Hi when they came in. Every time I as much as found myself-whether accidentally or intentionally-looking her way, I’d remember how she kissed my boyfriend and I’d get angry. My gaze fell on the wine again, trying to fight the urge to just grab the bottle and empty it all in my stomach. Wait, what was happening to me? I was supposed to be the good girl. Not someone that thought of getting drunk on wine as immediate solution to her problems. I should be studying my ass off and not being a kitchen full of tension with the girl
