I hated it. I hated that I always let her words get into my head. I shouldn't have. Her words were empty. They were meant to pull a reaction from me. And yet, I gave her that power every time.
At the end of it, I found an empty table and sat down. I didn't even think about why a table would be empty in such a crowded room. My head was spinning, and I needed a moment to breathe before I faced Alexander again.
From where I sat, I could see him across the room, standing tall and composed, surrounded by high-end guests. He was calm, gesturing lightly as he spoke, his face holding that same faint smile. It was strange watching him like this. I never knew he could talk that much to people. He was a man of few words. And until now, we had never had a conversation that lasted more than five minutes. But here he was.
