Chapter 61 Just Desserts

• I watched as Barnett scooped a bite of the Spanish almond cake into his mouth, smiling at Julia. My blood boiled. I could not believe that Barnett had gone to dinner with that she-devil, just because he and I had had another disagreement.
• I all but leapt to my feet and charged over to their table. I would not let this afront go unanswered.
• “Anna, where are you going?” Arthur called after me, but he did not dare follow me.