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“Oh, you’re pissed.”
Lila broke the silence to shards that could rival a fumble of the wine glass she clutched carelessly. Or at least, the silence between them, which nestled comfortably in the delicate murmur of the lobby they waded in.
Felix humored her with a dry glance. Her dark, navy nightgown complimented the hue of sly in her eyes. “I’m not.” He huffed.
She continued. “It’s because he ignored you, isn’t it?”
Felix scoffed, looking to the side and kissing the rim of his own glass, its contents quickly running dry. “Being ignored is all I could ask for in life. I wish you would, right now.”
“Right, you so hate when I do this,” she said, smiling sweetly as she forcefully took his jaw and turned his gaze back to herself. “No use trying to hide it, My Love. I once gave you all the love and attention you craved and now you can’t get enough of me. Just like that tired, empty drink you won’t put down, except I never run dry.”
Felix snatched her wrist rudely, but, as passerby got within earshot, he added, “Darling,” with a tone that had the same sensation of a pinch to the knee from under the table. “This evening has done enough for me, how about making our way out?”
“You promised we’d stay the whole night!”
“Lila, I realize this is going to take a lot of effort for you…” Felix shamefully surrendered his glass to a server walking by, “but, don’t lie.”
“You’re gaslighting me? I’m gonna scream, Felix, I’ll do it.”
“We’re going.” He carefully brought her wrist down and started pulling her forward, only to be flung back by the pure force of humiliation as a screech erupted from Lila. She now had his full attention, pale green eyes fixed like the peridot in the choker Lila had been asking for.
“Will you buy me the Annoushka Radiance choker already?”
“If I do, can we please go?” Felix’s voice wavered in defeat.
Lila pretended to think it over. “Hmm, that, and…”
“Love Island with a foot massage when we get home? Done.”
“AND.” Lila batted her eyes. “Let me help you with your Adrien problem.”
Felix showed Lila the back of his head as he yearned for the exit. “I don’t have an Adrien problem.”
“You don’t even like these stuffy events. You agreed to take me when you saw Adrien on the guest list. You miss him and he didn’t even look at you tonight–”
“Alright.” Felix whirled around. Lila’s pretty peridot choker looked tarnished. His expression looked completely out of place, framed by neat hair and rested on sophisticated, Brunello Cucinelli-draped shoulders.
Lila didn’t like it. She liked breaking him, but this time someone else was. That was surely why she felt a tightness in her chest by the look of him. Covetousness. “It’s settled, then.”
Felix didn’t reply or resist as Lila pulled him through the glass exit doors. His jaw clenched and he swallowed a rock.
Lila rolled her eyes. “You can show me one of your boring Criterion Collection films after my episode, too.”