CHAPTER 57
Erica's POV
(Jane)
Sasha's smile stayed in my head, even after she walked out of the kitchen, leaving me feeling silly. My coffee - just poured, very hot - suddenly seemed pointless. I looked at the coffee for a moment, no longer wanting it. It wasn't what she said that hurt the most, I thought. It was how sure of herself she was, how easily she made comments, and how certain she was of her relationship with Dante.
Dante’s girlfriend. The words hurt me inside, even though I didn’t want them to. I shouldn’t care. His personal life wasn’t supposed to matter to me. This marriage was an arrangement, just a way to join our families' power together. I wasn’t the “Jane Simmons” that everyone thought I was. I wasn’t here for love.
So why did it feel like Sasha’s smirk was stuck in
