Literally, I was exhausted, like my bones had been crushed, dancing straight for six f*****g hours, just for a goddamn Soiree of another tribe, not like I’m the princess there.
It was just like Derrick had read my mind, while still lying next to me, he turned to face me with a menacing gaze.
“Can you tell me what is going on? You just saw the live broadcast at the coffee shop the other day, now you’re the lead dancer replacing the mistress.” With a hint of sarcasm in his voice he looked displeased as he spoke.
I let out a long breath, “It’s just as you thought, I’m getting my revenge on my Juice Gregory. Although I never wanted to join the dance or the Soiree, Mum insisted on replacing me with her if I needed her to change the lead role.” Derrick nodded and looked like he understood the
