The effect of the alcohol seemed to have vanished from Laura immediately, and she pulled away, angry.
"You snapped at me?"
Delice already felt sorry.
"Laura, I'm just a little tired and---"
"Well, you are supposed to be there with me, no matter what! I'm going through one of the toughest moments of my life and you are snapping at me?"
"Laura, I apologize. I'm just in a terri---"
"You are being selfish by not comforting me. Do you know how it feels to be cheated on?"
Delice was stunned.
Of course, she knew. Laura and Oliver made her understand that feeling perfectly.
Laura's claws dug slightly into Delice's wrists, tears dancing at the brim of her lower eyelids.
"Oliver is cheating on me, and you are snapping at me, when I came to you with my problems? This isn't how a good friend should be. Honestly," she paused, her voice hard, "I'm very disappointed in you, Delice. You are my priority, I do everything for you. I deserve to be your priority too."