Adrian was speechless for a second. Even he was shocked by how little he had cared about Beatrice these past few days.
Beatrice had always been his first love—the girl he had dreamed about ever since his teenage years.
He could still picture the first time he saw her in the school auditorium, twirling across the stage in a white tulle dress, looking so pure and graceful.
That single moment had completely messed up his heart.
Later, her legs got wrecked in that car crash, and she could never dance again.
Adrian had felt sorry for her, but because of everything he owed the Gomez family, he had to keep it hidden.
Those days had been pure hell for him.
On one side, he had ten years of gratitude and Cordelia's feelings; on the other was the girl he had looked up to his whole life.
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