#Chapter 13: An Alligator in Lipstick

Cathy Emily was still quiet, but I could smell the envy protruding from her in waves. I smiled. “Oh, Aldrich,” Emily purred, standing up from the couch. She then floated over to him, resting a hand on his lower arm as if she was consoling him. “You poor thing. This woman has manipulated your emotions so many times.” He stiffened, clearly uncomfortable. I turned to her, asking dryly in a monotone voice, “It’s funny how you still can’t let go of Aldrich.” My words made the room freeze once again, all wary eyes on me. She masked her murderous intent with a wolf’s grin. “He has been my good friend since childhood, of course I care for him,” she squeaked, “Elias, would you like another cup of–” “Really? I didn’t know caring for someone means you drug them on their wedding night, but I suppose we have different definitions,” I said in a bored tone. Emily looked at me incredulously, an outraged panic in her eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about–” I smiled at