บท 105: A Pretense

Arabelle's heels clicked with a pronounced rhythm on the marble floor, her unspoken anger clear in it. Gabe, on the other hand, walked calmly beside her, showing no sign of agitation or anger.

The hotel room door swung open, revealing a room adorned with rose petals, champagne on ice, and a card that read, "Congratulations on your engagement!" Arabelle's anger, suppressed during the ceremony, now bubbled to the surface.

"This is ridiculous!" she spat, her voice sharp. She swept her hand across the table, sending champagne flutes and petals flying. The crash echoed in the room. However, it was not enough to satisfy her. Another glass flew past his face, crashing against the wall with a loud sound.

Grabbing the ice bucket from the table, she hurled it towards the floor, letting out a guttural scream. Gabe, maintaining his calm demeanor, watched as the room transformed into a battlefield of broken fragments.