“I love you,” Verity suddenly muttered from beside André, and he furrowed his eyebrows at her.
“Is that you or the wine talking?”
“It’s me talking to the wine.”
André just laughed at her cute little antic while still directing the mini fan he’s holding on Verity’s wet purse. Fortunately, there are detergents in the bathroom. Unfortunately, there are no washing machines and dryers for them to use, so they had to do it manually.
Of course, André had to do it at first. But when Verity realized that he’s just about as useless as he is useless anywhere else, she decided to do it herself.
She then had to drink an entire bottle of wine to calm herself before her hands just magically choke wrap itself around André’s neck. Surely, seeing him throw up inside the purse that her father bought for
