Vexation
The rest of Angela's lunch date with Vincent went okay. Because as much as she wanted not to think about Gael, his presence was just overwhelming—not to mention, his date seemed to be so comfortable with him that it bugged her.
She couldn't help but recall the times she spent with Gael on the island and every time that 'Honey' popped up. So this was her? This leggy, beautiful woman was that person?
If this was her, then why did Gael bring her here? She still had to know if he did this on purpose. For someone who wanted a do-over, he was clearly doing an excellent job. She rolled her eyes in her head, her mood getting sour by the second.
Noticing Angela going a bit pale, Vincent wondered, "Are you feeling okay?" A look of concern laced his face.
She curled the corners of her mouth into a smile despite not wanting to. She wasn't okay at all. Her stomach churned and her head got heavier. "Just a little headache. It's nothing."