DIMITRI'S POV
It was only right that I found Milana to explain things to her. She was soft-hearted, and it hurt me to put her in such a situation.
I found her in her room, staring at a mirror as she wiped off makeup from her face.
"Hey," I knocked before entering.
She looked at me through the mirror and frowned. "I don't want to see you right now."
"Milana, allow me to explain."
She turned back to face me. Her eyes were stained dark from mascara, and her signature glossy lips were smeared all over. "Explain what? That you cheated? How can you even defend that?"
"You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you," I told her, attempting to close the space between us. But the shift in her demeanor when I took a step forward told me that it was smarter if I stayed in my lane. "It was a mista
