Chapter forty: A freaking hair dye!

The dramatic display at the other end of the hall has started to draw some attention especially after the intervention of the man every woman’s eyes has been glued to.

Things were taking a different turn and Mr. Andrew was really going berserk at this realization but not as much as Arya. The last thing she wanted was a knight in shinning armor, especially if that knight was Nicklaus. Of course she was still fuming mad at him but that wasn’t close to the reason. It’ll only take few words out of his mouth and she’ll make tomorrow news headlines. The moment a phrase like ‘my woman’ escapes his lips, she’s done for.

Having his presence behind her is like a ticking bomb, so she thought to break this silence before he gets another chance to speak. Her eyes fluttered as she released her grip on the glass which was held in the hand under Andrew’s hold. The loud thud and shattering forces him to let go and Arya needed no other opportunity to slip away taking long strides away from the mad ma