Thea's face bore not only the marks of a slap but also bruises at the corners of her mouth.

When Chelsea pinched her, it pulled at her wounds, causing her to wince in pain. She pushed Chelsea's hand away, her breath heavy with alcohol fumes. "Mind your own business!"

Chelsea, uninterested in getting involved, leaned lazily against the doorframe, watching Thea's drunken tirade.

Thea, with eyes red-rimmed, glared at Chelsea.

"It's all your fault! If you hadn't embarrassed Noah in front of everyone tonight, he wouldn't have been in a bad mood. If he wasn't in a bad mood, he wouldn't have hit me."

She touched her left cheek, still...