"You wanted to go with me," Atlantis reasoned with her. "You begged me, saying Lanlan please take me out of here!"
Atlantis wondered if she wore this white dress on purpose today to humor him. Or, was it another slap in his face? He was seeing her in a lucky color for a wedding isle.
His voice grew in volume, turning darker, angrier, almost filled with accusation. Lina simply stood there. She let him rant. She knew he needed it. He had so much to say off his chest. At a different time, she wouldn't care. But now, she'd let him plead his case. She had her fair share of things to say as well.
"You just—" Atlantis sharply exhaled. He pinched the bridge of his nose and then popped back into the seat. He yanked on his tie, loosening it out of frustration.
In a different moment, ladies would've swooned at the delinquent behavior.
"Sit." Atlantis ran a tired hand through his hair. "Take a seat, I'll keep my voice down, let's have a civil discussion."
