I SPEND all night trying to make myself understand what the hell just happened between me and Prime. If it wasn’t because of the party, I would have already attacked him for all the things he said. Not that I’m never going to do that, but I know that attracting too much attention right now wouldn’t be good for the both of us.
Especially with our engagement still pretty new, it’s going to be the talk of the town for a while. I understand that Prime can think that based on my reaction, but did he have to mock me like that? I hate his pretty face and his gorgeous eyes.
I hope he gets slipped on a silver and splits his head open.
“Mona, I’ve been wanting to ask, why do you keep counting from one to five?” Romano, who is holding a suspiciously looking red glass in his hand, asks. He frowns
