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came to her easily and rolled just as smoothly off her tongue. “But we can do Thursday if you’d like.”
     
    Alan watched her carefully. “I’ll let you know,” he said curtly.
     
    Eve nodded. She put a forkful of food into her mouth. It suddenly tasted like cardboard. She swallowed with difficulty and put her napkin from her lap on to the table.
     
    “Excuse me one moment,” she said. “I need to make a trip to the bathroom.”
     
    Alan gave a very ungentlemanly grunt in response, and Eve had to physically restrain herself from slapping him. Was he ever going to let up? She bit her tongue in order to keep in every unpleasant word that was bubbling to the surface and walked away, her heels clicking on the marble-like floor.
     
    Once in the restroom, Eve splashed some cool water on her face and redid the makeup that she ruined in the process. The water didn’t have the rejuvenating effect that she was hoping for. Then again, nothing really seemed to be able to refresh her and shake her out of the slump of perpetual dissatisfaction she seemed to have hit. She thought of the angry man waiting for her in the main room of the restaurant, and she felt like she could start to cry right then and there in that luxury bathroom.
     
    Technically speaking, she could break off the engagement. Technically speaking, she could quit her job. Technically speaking, she could start from scratch somewhere else. But the more she thought about actually doing it, the more she panicked. She just could not bring herself to let her family down again. She wished she could just escape this glittery, overly formal world that she felt so hopelessly trapped in, but she knew she had obligations.
     
    Taking a deep breath, Eve forced herself to walk out of the restroom and rejoin her fiancé for dinner. She froze in her track once she got to the table and noticed the dark, dark look on Alan’s face. If he had appeared angry before, now he looked downright furious.
     
    Eve frowned in confusion as she resumed her seat. “Are you all right?” she asked.
     
    “You tell me.” Alan’s voice was steely, and his stare was scathing.
     
    Eve suppressed the urge to squirm in her seat. “What do you mean? What happened?”
     
    “I called your mother. It turns out she has everything already sorted for her charity lunch. In fact, she has never asked for your help.”
     
    It was Eve’s turn to be angry. She felt a surge of red-hot rage at the unfairness of it all. “You called my mother?” she said, incredulous. “How dare you? How dare you check in on me? How fucking dare you?”
     
    Alan’s expression was cold. “Calm down, sweetheart. You really have no right to be upset.”
     
    “I have no right?” Eve stood, appalled. “I have every right, you pompous son of a bitch!”
     
    Alan looked around. “Sit back down. You’re making a scene.”
     
    Eve could actually feel her eyes flash in utter fury. “I don’t give a fuck—”
     
    Alan reached out and grabbed her wrist. She tugged her back down onto the chair. Even after she had landed hard on her butt, he didn’t let go. “I said, sit down,” he hissed.
     
    Eve stared at him, as if she were looking at a stranger—in fact, that was exactly what she felt. She had never seen Alan so angry. She didn’t even suspect he could get to this stage. His grip around her wrist was fierce and strong as iron, and she could already feel a bruise forming. Quickly, her anger changed into fear, squeezing her stomach.
     
    “You’re hurting me,” she said quietly, carefully.
     
    Alan smiled cruelly at her. “To quote you, my dear, I don’t give a fuck.” He gave her one final squeeze and finally released her.
     
    Eve automatically rubbed her wrist with her other hand.
     
    “You lied me,” he said. “Again. Why? Where are you going tomorrow? Who is he?”
     
    Eve swallowed. “Alan, I told you, there is no one.”
     
    And here they went again.
     
     
     

CHAPTER EIGHT
     
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