Alice
I can’t believe the audacity of both of them.
As I’m still nursing the fresh sting from Vedant chewing me out the night before over the little prank I played on Chiara, I see her enter the lobby. Her eyes are red, and she looks incredibly hungover.
Good, I think. I hope she suffers.
But then Matthew notices her too. And they talk. I even hear my name mentioned in the conversation. They’re completely oblivious to me fuming in the far corner of the lobby and watching them. Off in their own world like the selfish pricks I always knew they were.
And then I see them leave together.
Chiara and Matthew, walking side by side out of the lobby, as if she didn’t just throw herself at Vedant last night. As if she didn’t just ruin everything once again by forcing herself to be the cent
