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We are not done here
I looked to my side and saw a beautiful, Hollywood kind of beautiful redhead staring at Sebastian with utter fondness, but then she averted her gaze towards me and her facial expression shifted to annoyance.
Was she irritated? Yes.
Livid? Absolutely yes.
Afterwards, she gave me one of her dazzling, painfully forceful smile.
“Hi, I am Svetlana. If you would excuse us, I would like to have a dance with my boyfriend.” She spoke the words confidently out loud with her venom laced voice.
Svetlana. Even her name sounded beautiful. But wait, that's not the point, she said she wants to dance with her boyfriend. As in with Sebastian. As in, Sebastian was her boyfriend! Holy fucking shit! For a moment I felt like everything around me was starting to cease at this moment. It felt like I was going to be blacked out.
The realisation of what I had been doing wi
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