She turned on Scott with indignation. “What were you even thinking, bringing her here? You know this is Jessica’s first event since coming back. Are you trying to humiliate her by letting this fool ruin the night?”
I glanced at Jessica, who now had tears pooling in her eyes, making her look heartbreakingly innocent. Her voice was soft, almost pleading.
“Scott, it’s okay,” she said, waving her hand as if to brush it off. “Nadia didn’t mean it. I wasn’t standing properly, and it’s understandable for someone like her to get overwhelmed.”
Jessica looked directly at me, her tone dripping with false kindness. “Please, don’t be angry with her. She didn’t mean any harm.”
Scott rushed to Jessica’s side, helping her to her feet, his face full of concern. His hand lingered on her arm as he made sure she was steady.
Then he turned to me, and his expression shifted. His brows furrowed, his jaw tightened, and his voice was laced with frustration.
“Nadia! I was gone for one minute! What the hell is wrong with you?” he snapped. “Why do you always have to make a scene every time something doesn’t go your way? You're so stubborn!”