Scott didn't even look away, not sparing Connie from the sting of his words. Moreover, she couldn't even do anything to him. He just glanced away when he saw an usher collecting used glasses. "Dispose of those drinks now. I'll speak to Uncle."
Scott walked away without waiting for her to say anything. It even felt like his birthday gift to her was showing her his truest colors.
Connie could only stand there, her tears refusing to roll down and make her more miserable. When the usher came to collect the glasses from her, however; she glared at him and threw the glasses on the floor. She then walked off in a raging fury.
"No wonder Rowan could simply throw you away after that night. You don't deserve to live longer. You think you can treat me like that and not get harmed?" Connie cursed as she made her way to the mezzanine. She felt like leaving the party through another door. It was her birthday party, but no one even came to greet her.
