CHAPTER CXCIX: GET DRUNK

Angela's POV

The man wiped the tears in my eyes using his fingers. "A beautiful girl like you shouldn't cry."

I narrowed my eyes to see his face clearly. "Lucifer?"

I heard him laughed. "Try guessing some more." I stood up and faced him, that's when I figured out who he really is. "Prince Cleoffe."

"That's right. I'm more handsome than my cousin, right?"

"What are you doing here?" I asked. 

"Well, just watching the fashion show. You know, just to spot some chic. But I didn't spot one, because none of them were beautiful, except the last woman who nailed her dress."

I averted my gaze. I just realized what I have been wearing. I covered his jacket on me. "C-Can I borrow this for a while?"

"Of course, you can even take it if you want," he said. I shook my head. "I will return it to you on Monday, I promise." 

"Alright, if that's what you want. By the way, wanna grab some drink? I know a place where you can express your fru