Chapter 52 I See Red

• The gala night ended with the same tapestry Cinderella endured at midnight. My mind was occupied with the memory of my non-existent conversation with Madison, visualizing the glass slipper.
• On the way home, Paul’s distant interactions with me led me to believe he was avoiding keeping his promise. As the convoy approached the gate, Paul received a call. He defied stringing two words together throughout the call, which added to my annoyance.
• My tolerance had reached its breaking point. As soon as we came to a stop, I left Paul in the vehicle and stormed into the house, letting my heels do the talking. No one attempted to approach me; instead, they waited attentively for Paul, bewildered stares fixed upon him.