When Katie suggested that they were going to dance, Marcus was beyond relieved, but it didn't last very long. Things just kept coming out of her mouth, each one worse than the last. Internally groaning, he prepped himself for the hole that was being dug for him. This was not going to end well. It never ended well. Why? Because Hannah got what she wanted. Always.
There was a moment of silence as Hannah's eyes turned back to the blonde, eying her critically for a moment. "Now, Miss. Bell, I really do think you should reign in your anger," she commented, just loud enough to carry. "I am not a bitch," the word catching interest as this wasn't the place for such language. "as you proclaimed. I simply wish to speak with an old friend and perhaps find some closure to a wonderful relationship that didn't end on such a happy note. Jealousy isn't anything to be ashamed about. It's natural. Insecurities and controlling behaviour certainly isn't your fault, I understand that. If you'd like, I'm sure I can find an unbiased chaperon to stand in the room while the two of us talk, if it will soothe your irritation."
Not once did her innocent look of concern falter. There were too many people watching now to let it slip. She was far too good at her game and the ball was permanently in her court. Marcus sighed, running a hand over his face. He really had no fucking idea how he got himself into these situations.