The dinner was a disaster.

Mia was perfect.

Her eyes.
Her smile.
Her voice.

Mia was a goddess.

And she knew.

Her questions caught me offhand.

You looked awkward.

I was flushed to my core.

She knew.

And she flaunted that fact.

E
T
H
A
N

Mia was perfect.

But I hate her.

And hate those platinum bands.

And hate the champagne.

And hate rejecting Reid.

And hate saying yes for that Christmas dinner.

Yes Ethan, I hate it.

All.

There used to be a time I didn't
R E G R E T
having fallen for you, but
E T H A N
I'm no angel.

I hate you for making me like this.

a/n., my inner demons are coming out lol.