#Chapter 176: Little Lamb

Iris Arthur scrambles to his feet when he sees me, his mouth already opening to say something. I hold up my hand, cutting him off before he can even begin. “Not here,” I hiss, sliding past him to take my seat. “Iris, please,” he whispers as he sinks back into his chair beside me. “Just let me explain what happened.” So he knows about the picture. He knows what he and Veronica were caught doing. Somehow, knowing that he knows makes it that much worse. I’m not sure why, but it does, and I want to rail into him for being so foolish as to go out with her at three o’clock in the fucking morning. But now isn’t the time or place to create a scene, especially not when other parents and guests are glancing at us, whispering behind their programs. They’re probably waiting for a blow-up between us, some with fear, others with apprehension, and many with sick glee. I refuse to give Arthur or any of them the satisfaction, so I keep my eyes fixed firmly on t