I walked away from the party until I heard the music far enough away. And there I had my attack of rage.
I kicked off my stupid heels and flung them away with force. I ran my hand over my face as if that way I could get all that ridiculous makeup off. I even let out a weird yell/curse/grunt of rage. It was all so explosive, so filled with anger, that in the end I stood still, shaken and defeated, thinking, processing that what had just happened had been dangerous and unexpected.
How dare he tell everyone that my mother was sick? This subject was always delicate for us and constantly worried us. That Lucian had spoken about it in front of everyone, in a mocking tone, as if it were part of his games, had made it clear to me that he was the most miserable being in the world, that he was the
