MIMI

I swirled the wine around in my glass as I paused, lifting one leg over the other with poise.

Bringing the glass closer to my lips, my eyes settled on Kennedy. After all, he was the one who had technically dragged me here against my will. I wouldn’t have even run into Corrie if it hadn’t been for him.

"Your sister has a terrible temper. I don't understand what Emmette sees in her. I was just trying to make light of tension in the air." I explained looking over to Kennedy who clearly didn't give a fuck.

"I apologise." No the fuck he does not. He's just saying it...