A R A B E L L A ' S P.O.V
"I heard what happened to Prince Marcellus. It's horrible." I nodded at Clarissa, leaning forward to apply a lick of mascara to my dark lashes. "I can't believe he was drunk enough to fall off a balcony."
I kept my mouth shut, knowing my voice would somehow betray me. It's been three weeks since Marcellus' death and slowly the guilt and the nightmares were disappearing, but it still haunted me.
"So, how was your little vacation?" I smiled, reminiscing the surprise Hardin had planned for me.
"It was amazing, just two weeks of the pure privacy. I never how much I valued having no one around until that vacation. I even cooked for the two of us, and there was a little jacuzzi out on the terrace. I wish I could go back."
"Perhaps you and I could go one day?
