Very soon, Anna turns around too and she is wearing a red lipstick.
Almost the same shade as mine and the one found on Andrè's lips, only those who know true colours will be able to tell it apart.
I tut, shaking my head at her desperation.
She is so desperate to keep him to herself even though the man has gone far away from being wrapped around her tiny little fingers.
Let me break her little glass bubble.
That little whore.
I guess she thinks she can out smart me but I am much smarter than she can ever hope or try to be. Way more.
To do her a little undeserving favour, I wipe my lipstick off my lips. For the ones who didn't notice at first, it's the couple who had kissed.
Anna wipes off the lipstick on Andre's face and scowls at him.
It's my pleasure anyway.
If after all that will happen tonight, Anna still sticks to Andrè, then everyone around will know that Anna is there solely for his money not for the man himself.