Chapitre 67: Jealousy is a curse

"You are crazy. You have gone crazy, Anna." Anna muttered, her reflection mimicking her as she blew away a strand of hair that fell on her face.

After arriving at the restaurant that Brett Prestman promised, she excused herself to use the comfort room.

She raised her hand and pointed a finger at her reflection, her eyes narrowing at herself.

"You are an idiot." She murmured.

One of the cubicle doors slowly opened and Anna cleared her throat. She pretended to fix her hair and act as if she wasn't cursing herself a few minutes ago.

Carefully placing back the cap, she let out a sigh.

The other woman smiled at Anna. She somehow looked familiar. However, Anna was having trouble remembering where she must have seen her.

"Don't worry. I have those moments too."

Anna bit on her lower lip.

"Yeah. I'm just having a terrible day."

"Me too, sadly."