Falling into the devil's bed
Vincent is dressed like he just returned from a dinner date too.
They’re arguing. Her arms keep doing large sweeping motions, her head shaking so hard that her hair was whipping into her face. Vincent is more composed, his body relaxed but his expression annoyed. He says something and the woman reels back, her eyes widening with horror. She clutches her chest and takes a few steps back. She runs her fingers through her hair, looking around as if asking for help.
“We should go,” Athena says from behind me.
I’m reluctant to leave.
Suddenly, my mind goes back to Calpyso’s text. All my boyfriends cheating on me. I know that it’s not true, Vincent isn’t cheating on me. That picture she sent to me