Sofia Andrew
Angel was silent the whole ride. He still hesitated and glanced at me from the corner of his eyes every now and then.
He thought I didn't notice it, but his hand on the wheel tightened as if he was having a conversation with himself.
When we arrived at the clubhouse, we were greeted by a friendly man.
“Good evening.”
“Good evening.” Angel and I greeted back.
“Names, please.”
“Mga Leffman,” Angel replied.
“Leffman,” I repeated, and Angel corrected me, “No, my name is M. G. Leffman.”
The man skimmed through the list. “I'm sorry, but there is no Leffman here.”
“Check again,” Angel ordered impatiently, and even I was confused as to why his name wasn't there.
“Angel, calm down,” I whispered to him. “If Leffman isn't there, check Andrew and Leffman.”
The man looked nervous at first, and he checked it again. When he saw our name, he let us through, and I let Angel hold my waist.
“Your aunt did not include my name,” he stated between his teeth.
“Angel, don't be angry. She knew we were in the process of divorce, so when they invited me, I told them you wouldn't come.”
At what I said, he looked upset. “I see that I mean nothing to them.”
“Angel,” I said, stopping him before we could enter. “This is Aunt Mary's event, so please, if you are upset, don't bother going inside. I did not even ask you to be here. We're over, so you are no longer obligated to be here.”
“We're still together,” he corrected me. “You're my wife. I don't feel obligated, and I am not upset.”
“I don't think so. I just don't want you to ruin this for her, please.”
“Tell me, Sofia, when have I made you lose face in front of everyone?”
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