“No, no, no!” I groaned as my eyes opened.
The familiar black walls glared back at me.
I threw my legs over the bed, gasping as the bedsheets moved, my naked body glaring back at me.
I covered myself, a sob dying in my throat as reality hit me in waves, images from last light flashing while I curled into myself.
I wanted to die. I wanted to stab myself and just die. Darn it!
What was I even thinking? What sane person throws themselves at their ex like that? Especially an Ex who was engaged to someone else?
“Madam?”
I glanced up, watching as a maid entered.
“Breakfast,” She set a tray on the bed, “and this,” She snapped her fingers and several maids entered.
They were holding up several dresses, what was the occasion?
The snarl that followed answered my question. “Oh, siste
