Diana
The question that Lucien had asked me yesterday had been in my mind for hours now. "He is better than you, he gave me my dream wedding and also, he isn't a monster or a bastard." I had insulted, reminding him of his root.
The insult must have gotten to him so bad as he didn't say anything afterwards, rather than leaving me alone. Now, sitting in the dinning room, with a hand placed around my temple as i rubbed it gently, I asked myself if getting drunk last night was worth it.
I couldn't even remember any part of the s**t that I had pulled yesterday. I had woken up this morning, in my bed but out of my dream dress and I had to let out a sigh when I saw it hung by the window.
Nadine didn't say much about last night, even though I didn't truly asked her of it as she guided me to th
