#Chapter50

Piano.

I was still angry. At myself and him.

"You look ómorfi, agápi mou." My mother complimented my dress in Greek, I smiled forcefully in return and looked away outside the window. I wasn't in the mood to check myself, dolling up for a function.

What was wrong with me? Why was I acting like a jealous slut?

"What's wrong, my daughter?" My mother asked as she noticed the emotionless face, I shook my head with a tight smile.

"I'm just tired."

"From having sex last night? You guys were surprisingly quiet." She chuckled and I rolled my eyes. Mother, we didn't have sex. You should be angry instead...