Celia stormed out of the room, her heart slamming against her ribs as she rushed down the hall. “How could I have been so foolish?”
She should have known better than to believe even for a second, that Rafael was different. Maybe, she had found something real after everything she had been through.
Her fingers curled into fists as she pushed open the nearest door, stepping onto a dimly lit balcony. The night air was cool against her skin, but it did nothing to soothe the storm raging inside her, nothing could.
She had sworn never to be this girl again, the one who let her guard down, the one who allowed herself to hope, only to end up humiliated. After Lorenzo, she promised herself she wouldn’t fall so easily. Yet here she was, standing under the night sky, her chest aching like someo
