Oh. She can tell the valet has his finger on a button as he stares at them in consternation. After all, who's going to leave an expensive show early unless it's serious? Going slowly, Paloma plucks Hyde's fingers off of her elbow, one at a time.
Her brow furrows, and the ugly Beast stirs. "Replay what you said back to yourself and ask me again if I'm leaving!"
"Fucking nice," she snaps in a bitter echo, losing the mask of calm entirely. She never was a totally collected girl.
A horrible anger lances through her gut, made worse by dashed hopes and bewilderment that she'd expected this to last even a week. "I don't care if he pays willing sex workers for their time. I care that you're awful whenever you talk about anything. Good night!"
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Her brow furrows, and the ugly Beast stirs. "Replay what you said back to yourself and ask me again if I'm leaving!"
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A horrible anger lances through her gut, made worse by dashed hopes and bewilderment that she'd expected this to last even a week. "I don't care if he pays willing sex workers for their time. I care that you're awful whenever you talk about anything. Good night!"
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Either way, he lets her go, shoving his hand in his pockets to stomp off in the other direction.