Silence was the only word that could be best used to describe the atmosphere inside that dressing room where Diana and her friends and Aunt were seated, all with their heads joined together with some with their hands scratching the back of their necks in complete bewilderment.
To say they were shocked would be the least exaggeration of the situation.
Of course they were flabbergasted with their findings about Diana’s past.
She had only opened up with her friends to the extant that she had shared about the a***e that she suffered at the hands of her father.
She always kept the story about her crush on Adrian and her poor heart’s destruction at the hands of the devil, in the cahoots.
She thought that it was sensible to let things reside within her heart. She feared that if she ever spo
