My eyes are trained on Alice's back, Atlasʼ Fiancée, as she brings a spoon of food to Atlas' mouth, which he eats with a smile that makes his eyes appear small. I can't be wrong. She was that woman in the video; It's not just someone who resembles her so much. I hate her, but I hate her even more now that I found out about her infidelity. She doesn't deserve Atlas, and Atlas deserves better.
I catch her hand squeezing Atlas' thigh underneath the table, teasing him, and I suppress myself from sneering and rolling my eyes. Atlas whips his head to her and sends him a gaze that asks 'what are you doing'. He can only swallow when Alice moves her hand right to his member and gives it a slight squeeze through his jeans, his face turning bright red as he looks at his cousins, who are engrossed in
