Ariana stared at him with slightly raised brows, still in disbelief at what he had just said. Who on earth saw a woman having an anxiety attack and told them to ‘wear some makeup, your face looks horrible?’
‘What an odd thing to say?’ She thought, eying him subtly.
She would have thought he was joking if she didn’t know how he was. He was Vincent Blackthorn. Caring about people’s feelings wasn’t something he had in him.
A part of her wanted to give a sarcastic reply and show him that she had a big mouth as well but, she didn’t. She just swallowed the irritation, forcing her chest to rise and fall until she could breathe without wanting to gouge his eyes out.
She looked away from him and focused on the big picture. She was about to walk into her mother’s hospital room with the marriage
