CAT
Will barely manages to stop himself from punching Frank in the face. Meanwhile, I'm plotting a hundred different scenarios that end with my fork in the side of Alma's throat. I don't know what she's trying to achieve but I hate that she's using me as a weapon against Will.
Throughout dinner, she casts me provoking looks, daring me to do or say something. As much as I'd like to smack her into oblivion, I ignore her for the rest of it. It's only much later when everyone has left that I return to the rooftop to find her.
"You were having a lot of fun, weren't you?"
Alma turns to glance at me. She's leaning against the rooftop railing with her champagne flute held delicately between her graceful fingers.
Her lips part in a charming smile. "My son just got engaged. What's not to like?"
