Natalie's POV
Releasing breaths, I made my way to the bed and sat on it. What was wrong with me?
"Why aren't we sharing the same bed? Really, Natalie?" Angel was already laughing at me but I wasn't even in the mood to make fun of that. Out of everything I had to say, that was it?
Sighing for the one-hundredth time, I stood up and made my way to the dressing table. Clara had a lot of face cream, body cream, and other stuff that I wasn't used to applying. She really sent her money on all of these. She cares for her body so much, no wonder she looked like an angel in that picture.
Remembering the picture, my mind drifted to Will. I wonder what he is doing now or where he is. That cute little boy is so scared of me, I wasn't even the cause.
After blow-drying my hair, I put on my nightw
