A Bitter Toast

Clara gritted her teeth, trying to hold herself together. Ignoring the pain shooting through her wrist, she yanked her arm away from Dante and took a step back. With a chair now between them, their eyes met with intensity.

'He always hurts me without a second thought. He did it before, and here he is doing it again,' Clara thought bitterly.

She watched as Stella clang to Dante's arm with an upset