Verena 

Everyone looked from me to her, then her to me as my chest tightened from that stupid smile that she had plastered on her face. “Did I say something I shouldn’t have said? I thought we were all reminiscing?”

She forced out a laugh. “Guys, come on. Why are you being so oversensitive,” No one laughed. 

Enough. 

I had had enough. 

This time, I finally yanked my hand free from his grip—glaring daggers at her. “I’ve always known there was something off about you—” I rose to my feet, grabbing my purse. “—I just couldn't understand it. But now I know what you are. A bitter and childish woman...