《What?!》
Archie's anger seemed about to explode, his face completely red.
I had always thought that in saying it to my friends I would have felt embarrassed, but surprisingly I was irritated, almost offended by their reactions.
Hurted in my pride, my tone wasn't exactly sweet.
《You understood well. I'm Mrs. St.Clair now.》
Archie didn't hold back anymore.
《Why would you marry that monster?》
《Lower the tone Andrews, it's my husband you're talking about .》
《I hope you're kidding Veronica!》
《Absolutely not.》
《He did horrendous things to us all! Do I have to remind you of Cheryl? And what he tried to do to you? 》
《Archie stop it. My choices don't concern you.》
《They don't concern me because you ran away.》
I knew we would get to this point. My departure, or better, my escape.
《I did what I felt was most right for me and my family. And still, I am not obliged to apologize to anyone. 》
Archie was purple and I was trembling with frustration, making us probably a comic show in the eyes of our friends.
I could not stay there anymore. I could feel the boys' eyes on him, the disappointment that radiated through the room like toxic gas.
《I think... I think it's time to go for me.》
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I entered the apartment trying to be as silent as possible.
《How was your evening?》
I jumped from the fright, noticing my mother sitting on the sofa.
《Mom... you almost gave me a heart attack.》
She giggled, bringing the scarlet cup in her hand to her lips.
I carefully put the jacket back in the entrance closet and threw my heels off with a sigh of relief. Parquet was heaven for my aching feet.
I laid down on the couch next to her, resting my legs on her lap.
She put the cup on the table in front of us and began to massage my legs, with those reassuring gestures that made me feel like a child.
I looked at my mother's face, lit only by the fire in the fireplace.
Hermione Lodge was still a beautiful woman. Her hair streaked with gray gave her a wise look and her gaze had softened. Although sweeter than a decade earlier, the Latin fury was still burning under the skin and probably would never have died out.
《Answer the question mija.》
I closed my eyes, trying to free my mind from the thoughts that crowded it.
《I don't really want to talk about it. Can we postpone it to tomorrow? 》
She stopped her hands, giving me a reassuring pat on the ankles.
《Sure. But now I'll go to sleep, I would gladly return to my apartment. 》
《Tired?》
《A little, I was not used to it anymore.》
《Thanks again mum, you did me a favour.》
《When you want honey. Good night.》
She kissed me on the forehead and left the room, headed upstairs.
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Thunderstorm - ENGLISH VERSION || Riverdale Fanfiction
Fiksi PenggemarIt's been eight years since Veronica Lodge left Riverdale, disappearing into thin air. No explanation, no goodbye. Quickly gone as she had arrived. Her return, sudden and full of surprises, upsets the lives of the inhabitants of the town once again...
