Roulic,pletely drunk, giggled uncontrobly, her voice lilting with a mix of amusement and bitterness. She said, "No wonder he doesn''t like me. He''s a jerk. A total idiot, a bastard.


    "He''s too stupid to see how great I am. I''ve been trying so hard just to please that fool. This is a toxic rtionship, and we should never be together."


    As she watched Rosalieugh so innocently, almost childishly. Anya''s heart sank. Anya wasn''t sure what to make of the absurdity of the situation. It was clear Rosalie was very drunk, but the bitterness beneath her words hit Anya harder than expected


    Suddenly, Rosalie''s hand grabbed hers with a firm grip. Her face, now serious, was a sharp contrast to her earlier yful demeanor. "Anya, I''ve made up my mind." Rosalie said, her tone fierce and resolute. I''m done loving him. I won''t love that jerk Julian anymore.


    Thest part of her sentence came out louder, her voice growing more defiant as she repeated, "I won''t love that jerk Julian anymore!


    Before Anya could respond. Rosalie abruptly stood up from the sofa. She nted one foot on the coffee table and held the now-empty vodka bottle. aloft. her eyes burning with a mix of rage and drunken rity. "Next time I see Julian, Ill smash his face in


    With a violent thud, the bottle crashed onto the coffee table, shattering into a dozen jagged pieces.


    Anya and Kaleb stared dumbstruck, and even Julian, who had just walked in, was left speechless.


    Rosalie casually tossed the broken bottle aside, her foot shifting from the table back onto the floor. But just as she did, Anya''s eyes widened in horror "Rosalie


    It was toote. Rosalie''s footnded directly on the ss shards.


    Even as Julian sprinted toward her, trying to catch her before it was toote, the damage was done.


    Anya''s Lounge provided hotel-style slippers in every private room-soft, but not made to withstand anything like this. With Rosalie''s weighting down, the delicate fabric couldn''t protect her, and instantly, her foot was drenched in a wave of crimson.


    For a few seconds, Rosalie stood frozen, the pain registering toote, and then a soft, wailing cry escaped her lips. "Ow, that hurts."