Mischa turned back to me, looking apologetic while she said, "Sorry, Krystal. I heard from Sean that you two were going on a trip and I just mentioned that I wanted to go too. He invited me right away."
"But I swear," she raised her right hand cheerfully, "I checked with Sean beforehand. He said you wouldn't mind." Mischa smiled and Sean smiled along with her.
I felt like a third wheel, intruding on their happiness. They each said their part, without ever asking for my opinion.
Trying to stand up for myself, I ended up having a big argument with Sean.
"All the clothes and luggage are packed. Thanks to you, I've lost the mood to go anywhere. Just stay home and don't go anywhere from now on!" Sean spat out these words angrily before driving off with Mischa, leaving me with several heavy suitcases.
It was the height of summer. Under the blazing sun, I dragged each suitcase back into the apartment.
In Sean's eyes, perhaps I would never be as understanding as Mischa. The way he looked at her was as intense as if he were in the throes of a new romance. When she smiled, he couldn't help but smile too.