Chapter 3

The stemmed glass jolted hard in Chloe's hand, and mango juice spilled over her white dress like a glaring stain.

"Vivian, something dumb you did as a kid is still living in your head? Damn, am I really that unforgettable to you?"

Another answer with zero sense of boundaries. Like a dull needle, it pushed slowly into Chloe's heart.

Her hand paused. She looked up at the careless smile on Jason's lips, then slowly stopped wiping at her dress.

If clothes got stained, she could just throw them away.

In the second round, Vivian 'accidentally' lost again.

She drew a…