Setting Myself Free
Besides, that would only give Sheena what she wanted.
Yuna asked worriedly, "Harper, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I'll get myself cleaned up," I replied, brushing it off and heading toward the restroom.
I grabbed some paper towels at the sink and dabbed at my dress. The sticky residue and the strong smell of alcohol clung to me, making me feel worse with every second. Despite that, I swallowed my anger—it was not the time or place.
Footsteps approached, and I thought Yuna was coming to check on me. Instead, it was Sheena, who had utterly dropped her innocent act.
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