Esme was sheathing as she walked out of the pavilion. Suddenly she wished Santos never met Camila. She wished he never set his eyes on her. How could she be pregnant for him?
"That's all ma'am" Vetta said. She had just delivered the news of Camila carrying Santos child to her properly.
Esme only glared daggers at the letter which was already torn and marched right past Vetta. What is so good about the evening?
There is nothing absolutely- Absolutely nothing good about this evening!.
Camila is carrying Santos child, she is carrying his child. Not only that, Santos has done the things she never expected him to do to her.
The things she kept wishing he would never do.
Esme whirled around and glared at the entrance of the longue she just left. She was raging. A new urgency filled her..
