Chapter 15
~ Mirella's POV ~
"Damn this bloody gown", I cussed in frustration as I adjusted it for the seventh time in the past ten minutes.
I blamed the wasted night on the gown, but honestly, this was last on the list of things that actually pinched on my nerves tonight.
In truth, I had nowhere in mind to go. With the little amount of sleep I had last night, I could barely plan out anything thoroughly. Not with my mind replaying the intensity between my estranged husband and I back at the cinema.
How the hell did my life go from handling a plethora of chores to handling a whirlwind of emotions that seemed to easily sweep me off my feet when he got close to me?
I was supposed to hate him with everything in me making my life worse, but I could barely control myself around him, and I
