"Diana honestly what is this about?" I asked.
"Oh shut up," she said as she rolled her eyes. "Bring me a drink and a glass," she ordered the free, third bodyguard. He left and I assumed he was going to the kitchen. Diana went to sit on the armrest of the couch opposite the one I sat on.
A moment later he returned with a bottle of red wine and a wine glass. He opened it and poured some for her. She took a sip of the wine as she made herself comfortable in my home. Her attention then turned to me after a moment.
"Are you done pretending you don't know what you've done?" She asked me.
"Diana I don't know what you're talking about," I told her truthfully.
"Don't play pretend!" She yelled at me. She got from the closer to me and pulled my hair. I winced in pain.
" Diana what is your problem?" I asked her. What could have have I possibly done for her to respond in such an extreme way like this?
