Beatrice, who had also taken notice of the drama, stood beside a pillar, watching the family she envied get accused—accusations that could ultimately destroy them.
While watching, she noticed the guy standing in the middle, making the accusations. He was familiar—deadly familiar. She had seen him somewhere, up to three times; she was sure of it. Then she noticed a certain red hair beside him, and that was when she flared.
Draven Swift!!
She was right, because his face turned slightly, revealing his side profile, and she almost gagged on her wine.
"You asshole!! And that whore was the one that stole my man, that faggot ass," she spat, unable to believe her boyfriend sucked another guy's dick. That was the implication of everything unfolding before her eyes.
Cassandra, one of her closest allies, came closer to tell her what she had found, only to see Beatrice already moving toward where the drama was unfolding.
