Belle
The expression on Damien's face had stiffened. His stare remained steep but I assumed he was so busy in his thoughts. Swallowing a hard lump that was stuck inside my throat, I numbly lingered in place for Liam's arrival who was talking with his parents.
I should do something, anything to stop this s**t!
“I am not ready to...” My words died when dad stepped behind and exhaled a sharp breath that seemed like a clear warning even before he spoke. “Looks like she needs better shoes. I need to help her out to choose. We will be back soon.” With that, he held my hand and dragged me inside the house.
Shutting the door behind us, he calmly looked at the maids and they ran to bring me a new pair of shoes.
“I don't need them.” I let out. f**k shoes, I want to escape these f*****g ridiculo
