I smirked sarcastically. "Oh, really?"
"Fine. To ease your anger, I’ll take you to the party tomorrow. I’ll introduce you to my friends. You want to be recognized as my wife, don’t you?"
"I don’t have time."
Bobby growled in frustration. "Ck! I’ve tried. But if this is how you want to act, then do whatever you want!"
He stormed off, leaving me in a whirlwind of emotions.
The next day, fate seemed to mock me. It turned out the party I was catering for was the same party Bobby and Grace were attending. They stood side by side, wearing matching outfits, looking every bit like a couple.
"Miss, could you please pour some soup into my bowl?" a woman’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I grabbed the bowl and poured the soup. But with my shaky hands and unstable emotions, the soup spilled onto her hand.
"Oh my God! Can you even do your job? My hand is burning!" she yelled.
I quickly apologized, grabbing a tissue to wipe her hand while repeatedly saying sorry. The commotion caught everyone’s attention.
"Isn’t that Bobby’s wife?" someone murmured.