“Why?” Darren asks, disgruntled. “Mok started it.”
“It’s still the polite thing to do. I hope they don’t feel like we ruined their wedding reception.”
Darren doesn’t say anything. I get the feeling he’s still brewing over what else he wants to do to Joseph.
“What matters is that you’re okay right now,” Sharon says.
Back at the villa, I change into one of the bathrobes and try to wash the stain from Elaine’s drink out of the dress. After hanging it up, I examine my stitches in the mirror, running my finger over the unevenness of my lip.
“Don’t pick at it,” Darren says from the doorway.
“I wasn’t,” I object. “I’ve just never had stitches before. Broke my arm trying to skateboard, but no stitches.”
Darren walks over, cups my jaw and looks over my stitches. “Guess this means I don’t get to kiss you for a while.”
I smile. “That’s okay. There’s plenty of other things you can do instead.”
His eyes glimmer. “You got that right.”