Daciana's pov
I know that anyone who just take a brief look at that Ramona lady would have seen through her eyes that all her intentions towards her mate was nothing of any good. I could have threw a tantrum back there at the restaurant but what if my instincts kept screaming out to me that Arnou would never do that to me.
I feebly shook my head and pressed the telephone buttons as I placed a call towards those in charge of the hotel's food delivery. "Hello, can I get two plates of casseroles, bacon and cheese with red wine to follow with?"
"Of course, ma'am. What's your suite number?"The female at the end of the call asked and I quickly placed the telephone back at its stand and stepped out of the suite, ignoring Lillian's stare.
I looked up at the room's number and after taking a men
