Arabella's P.O.V “Let's hope this won't kill me,” I mutter gulping the whole content down. The burning sensation felt like it destroyed my throat. I began coughing until I'm finally able to catch my breath. “I didn't know you drank?” A familiar voice asks, causing me to start grinning like an idoit while my back still faced him. I clear my throat and wipe the smile off my face. I turn around to meet his eyes. “Just trying something new, I guess.” I shrug casually, dropping the glass on the table. “Well don't finish it.” He says, proceeding to walk away. I walk up behind him and tug on his shirt. “Wait, Mr. Varallo,” I begin, his back still facing me. “I'm sorry about what I said in the car. I was just upset and I felt insecure when I saw those rich girls in their fifteenth thousand dollar dresses while I was there In my fifteenth dollar dress. But it wasn't an excuse to be a bitch, I'm sorry.” He turns around and faces me now. “You know I don't care if you came to that party loo
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