With partially closed eyelids, I shook my head. “Are you blaming me for this?” I snorted, struggling to stand still.
Almost instantly, as though my thoughts had connived against me, I remembered how the close guests blamed me for trusting Michael and Lilian.
And now this stranger was blaming me for him almost hitting me like it was all my fault. Michael and Lilian weren’t here to receive my wrath, but this man definitely was.
Pulling my gown off the ground, I stomped towards the car. With a strong swing, the sharp edge of my heels crashed down onto the headlights before moving to the next.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” The man yelled, his voice melding with the sharp crunch of the glass.
Not pausing, I raised my shoulders and slammed my weight onto the side mirror until it dangled.
A wide smile fleshed out on my lips. “Now you can blame me for this.” With an unsteady gait, I strutted out and hailed a taxi home, leaving the man and his broken car—just like me—in the city too happy for my liking.
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