Dante POV
Her face falls turning to me slightly as I walk back into the emptying house.
I clutch my fingers together, my heart filling with rage, if she thinks she's having a hard time pretending with me, it means one thing.
My confession meant nothing to her, she didn't love me, and that's why she was so annoyed at the idea of even faking being in love with me.
I Swallow the lump in my throat, ignoring every other guest that approaches me. I will have to go along with this for a while as my mother has set up a string of events for us to attend together.
I enter the bedroom, shutting my eyes. I refuse to sleep here or be in the same space where we shared what I thought was the most perfect night for us.
I sigh heavily walking towards the closet, I shut the door pulling on a new tuxed
