Jenna:
It was nice of Gigi to take time out of her day to spend it with me and show me around.
But the more time I spent with her, the more I realized we were completely different people. Our personalities couldn’t have been more different.
Although she was extremely nice and kind to me, it didn’t change the fact that I felt like a loser around her. She was so confident. So bold.
And then there was me, someone who hadn’t even had her first kiss.
The way Oliver had reacted kept replaying in my mind. He had laughed at me. I didn’t really care what he thought. He was practically a stranger to me.
But it made me wonder what everyone else would think about me, especially Theodore.
Did he know I was a virgin?
I knew Theodore. Everybody called him a playboy. The way Oliver had described his dating life reminded me of Theodore, and I couldn’t help comparing them.
I had noticed Oliver’s reaction to me. It was mocking, almost taunting.
Would Theodore see me the same way?
That question kept burning in my mind.
When I tasted the drink, I realized it was very bitter.
"Yeah, yours is non-alcoholic," Gigi said, taking the drink from me and sipping it herself.
"Ugh," she complained.
Then she looked at it again.
"Wait—did the server mix them up?" she asked, almost hissing in frustration.
I realized I had just taken a sip of alcohol.
I mean, I’d had beer before, but not straight vodka or anything like that.
"Why? Is there a problem?" Oliver asked his sister.
She handed him the drink.
"There’s alcohol in it. She can’t drink alcohol. She’s not allowed to," Gigi said.
The way she said it made me immediately shake my head and straighten my back.
"No, no. It’s not that I’m not allowed. I just don’t think there’s any point in it."
I didn’t want to come across as someone who constantly needed permission for every little thing she did.
"It’s the same thing. It’s alright," Gigi said, dismissing my explanation with a wave of her hand.
Once again, I felt heavily judged and annoyed.
"Oh, then I’ll get it changed. I’ll tell them we have a child with us, so we’re not allowed to drink," Oliver joked, making my breath hitch.
"Yeah, I mean, it’s crazy because the other day we were talking about going out for drinks. Ragnar, Jaguar, Theodore, and I all wanted to go. Then I suggested we should take Jenna, and they were like, ’I don’t know if she’s allowed to drink,’" Gigi said to her brother, not realizing I was listening very carefully.
I paid close attention because that meant I had missed my chance to spend some time with Theodore.
But it also made me realize that maybe everyone laughed behind my back.
"But why is that? Is it because of the grandma? I mean, isn’t she too old to be holding her hand like that? She’s never going to find a mate like that," Oliver whispered to his sister, talking about me as if I wasn’t sitting right there.
I knew they were only saying it out of concern, but it still hurt.
"Actually, I can drink a little. I mean, you guys are here to take care of me, right?"
I don’t know why, but the words just slipped out.
The way they both looked at me, and then the way Oliver immediately held the drink out to me, made my heart start thundering in my chest.


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