Chapter 31 I'm Jealous, And? ( 1)

• I don't know why the hell my heart feels this way, my legs don't even give in when I try to walk towards that idiot who is smiling placidly at another woman who obviously isn't me. Barbara, his mother, asks me to accompany her to set the table and I adamantly refuse to move from this spot because only God knows what those two fools would be capable of if I leave.
• Jesus! I am so upset that the heels of my shoes have started sinking into my stepmother's favorite carpet, my head hurts, and a strong urge to strangle someone has taken over my hands. Breathe, breathe, Romina Western, you are too young to end up in jail for murder and even more so if the cause of all this is your damn stepbrother.
• I delicately walk through the living room and hastily grab a glass of white wine that one of the employees of Harold Western's mansion has started distributing to the attendees of this stupid dinner. Knowing dad as I do, I know he loves to impress people and that's why it's not strange to me that this exquisite sparkling liquid feels so delicious.