CHAPTER TWELVE: DEVISING PLANS

~Sonia~ “Have you lost your eyesight?” I yelled at the waitress, feeling so humiliated as I heard camera clicks from different angles. I needed not to be told that I was being snapped, even in that condition. The pink gown I was dressed in was a mess, as different stains destroyed it. I hated the way I smelled the food, but I couldn't help matters. Time is irreversible! “I’m sorry, ma'am; you weren't looking straight when coming, and it was too late to avoid the collision when I noticed you,” the waiter said fearfully. Her explanations only increased my anger, and I hit her hard across the face before I could realize it. “Your explanation is going to do nothing to end this mess!” I shouted, breathing hard. Mike has already left. All thanks to the clumsy waitress, I didn't get to talk to him. “The collision isn't her fault but yours, ma'am; you have no right to hit her that way!” I heard a husky masculine voice say behind me, and I turned to see a tall, dark man whom I rightly pre