Chapter 31

I go to follow her, feeling crestfallen and sighing, but Natasha’s hand on my arm stops me. I almost forgot she was still here at that moment, head on my best friend’s bad mood and departing figure while cursing myself inwardly for making everything a thousand times worse.

“I’ll go. I have more skills at wine removal than you.” She smiles adoringly, oblivious to what is going on here and assuming it’s just a bad mood Sophie strop. Because she normally sees her hostile and never knows it is because of her every fucking time. She kisses me on the cheek before following Sophie to the bathroom, and I cringe inwardly, my body sagging dramatically.

Natasha thinking she’s helping, while Sophie is in ‘death-star’ mode and probably about ready to explode. I have no clue what else to do, except sit back down and rub my face with both palms while contemplating leaving my own apartment. This is all I need. I don’t want to be around when Armageddon strikes, and it’s only a matter of