Natalie's POV
Weston didn't come upstairs in the night, not even to have dinner with me in his room like we usually did. He only sent a guard to tell me that he would not be coming up for dinner because he was 'awfully occupied', as he put it.
To be honest, I was disappointed and sad because I wanted to talk to him and settle our little argument, and because I was feeling guilty about causing a fight between us.
I sighed as I looked down at my food that I had barely eaten. I didn't have the appetite to eat, not when I was feeling guilty like this. I placed my fork down on my plate and stood up from the dining chair.
I needed to clear my head, and I needed to clear it as soon as possible. I sat back down when I heard the footsteps of someone approaching. It was a guard. I was disappoin
