Julian’s pov
It has never crossed my mind that she would think that way of me. I never saw her as a cheap one-night stand lady, I have always seen her as Arianna, the woman I couldn't stop thinking about after I met her just once. I felt hurt that she didn't see herself the way I saw her. I was more angry at myself than I was at her.
“Hey, Arianna, you're late, we waited for a long time,” I said as she entered the dining room that evening.
“What are you talking about, we just got here,” Grandma said, glancing at him with the side of her eyes.
“Grandma, must you spoil things for me? I was just trying to tease her,” I said, staring at Grandma.
“You look cheerful, I thought you were upset?” Arianna asked, taking her seat.
“I can't stay angry with myself forever,” I replied, smili
