Diane's POV
It was almost 12 noon, and I was waiting for the driver.
I don't know why I kept looking out through the window waiting to hear the familiar horn that I heard last night, but when I did not hear it until a minute after 12 I gave up.
I picked up the book on the bed stand that Grandmother Chantel had handed over to me after breakfast this morning, flipping from page to page. It wasn't my usual book. I know it was romance and I was through with romance. But after having my heart broken and betrayed by my best friend and my boyfriend, I realized that love was just another stupid word for naive little girls.
I don't want to be that good anymore, it has cost me virtually a lot. My title, my pack, my company. I was stripped bare. I wonder how many years it took for Fenri
