Eliza

I could not believe that Benjamin walked out on me.

Me, Eliza Hartes. I was supposed to be loved! Worshipped! By that lousy singer!

I sat at the table and fumed. I was sure there was steam clouding the kitchen from my ears.

Sean walked in and shivered.

"Whoa, honey, what've you been doing? Why's it so cold? Are you mad at my bro?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes.

"What does it seem like? Benny walked out to have dinner with Janelle. He's cheating on me and he thinks I don't know it!" I yelled.

Sean raised an eyebrow and rummaged in the fridge. He produced a bottle of red wine.

"To drink away any sorrows you might have," he presented.

I cocked an eyebrow.

"Don't try anything," I warned him.

He smirked.

Most people couldn't pull off a perfect smirk, but Sean's face was sculpted to do that.

Sean produced two wine glasses and set them down in front of me in a flourish.

I grinned.

He always had the knack to cheer me up.

I poured a glass and sipped from it.

Sean downed his in one gulp.

I vaguely remembered playing a drinking game with him, then I blacked out...