~TESSA'S POV~
The scent of alcohol still filled the air as we drove back, though the car was quiet. Too quiet. My chest felt heavy. I couldn't tell if it was relief that the night was over, or the dread of what Robert would say next.
He leaned back in his seat, fingers tapping lightly against his thigh. He looked cute and calm in this state. You could easily tell he was drunk but he tried to keep his cool.
"You handled yourself well." he said, breaking the silence.
I blinked, unsure if I heard him right. "What?"
"At the gala. You didn't embarrass me. That's progress." His tone was dry, but I caught the faintest curl of his lips.
I exhaled deeply, this seems to be the effect of the drinks he took tonight. But I had to reply, I wasn't ready to piss off a drunken Robert.
"Progress?" I repeated, staring out the window. "I wasn't aware I was being graded."
