Leila walked through the woods, her hair packed up in a loose bun while the blue dress she wore accentuated her curvy figure.
The past few days had been terrible for her and Dante.
Somehow, her mother always found a way to make matters go the wrong way.
Just early this morning, she and her mother had a serious fight where she had to drag her father’s name into it.
“You are just a coward mother and I don’t even think you know what love really means. For how quick you had been to save yourself but not take revenge for papa’s death. Then clearly, you sure don’t have the right to tell me you understand my feelings to my mate.” She had spat out angrily before walking out on her mother.
Even though she had felt bad in that moment, it had only been momentary, who could blame her, she bel
