The thought of him with someone else makes me sick and I feel this unexplainable anger that I have no idea what to do with. ~ A. Gupta
Violet
“So... Are you going to tell me about your handsome chauffeur?” Daisy asked, nudging my shoulder with hers as I helped her with her painting.
I wasn’t in the right state of mind. I was upset and angry, and all because of him. The man with sherry eyes and warm touch. And because of it, I couldn’t focus on my own work so I decided to help Daisy.
I touched my cheek as I referred to Alex, but I wasn’t sure she even saw him as he hadn’t stepped out of the car and didn’t even wait for me to reach the premises before he sped away. She shook her head. “No. I was talking about the one with dark brown eyes. Like chocolate.”
I refrained from correcting her
