Emilia’s POV
"Will you please stop? My head is aching just by looking at you," Jenna said, massaging her head.
I had been pacing like a wounded animal right from the time I reached my bedroom. I didn’t care that a party was going on in full swing; not that someone was waiting desperately for me. I threw my hands up in annoyance and continued wearing the carpet. Seething with anger was always better than wallowing in self-pity.
"Please Emilia, please calm down. This is not going to help you," Jenna tried again; this time her voice sounded.
Her voice added fuel to my rage. I clenched my teeth and snapped, "That b*****d! What the hell does he think of himself. He gave me this bloody card telling me to call him when I am ready to reject him." Crumpling the card in my hand, I fume
