Harley
I sat straight in my seat. Keeping my composure as Archer spoke to people around the table. No matter how hard I focused on Archer, I could still feel the cold, dirty, rotten gaze of the abusive prick across the way. Justin knew how to antagonize me, and it was because of this I knew he was trying his best to provoke me into making some kind of scene. Of course, this was to make Archer look bad.
I smiled as people spoke to me, mainly the women, who were very few. Complimenting my dress and my hairstyle. Asking where I had my glam done. I wasn't like them, I do this s**t myself and get it all over with. I don't like people fussing over me unlike the fake housewives in here.
The time passed slowly, with every second I felt myself fighting the anger away from the surface. I had also
