Floriam didn't say a word as the maid mumbled an apology before she turned and scurried away. I stood there for a long while, my body still feeling a little hot from all of the outbursts of anger I had felt just this morning. I felt sick to my stomach, angry at my mother for coming here and ruining an otherwise perfect morning, angry at that maid for looking at Florian like that.
I sighed, my chest heaving as I slowly turned towards Florian. He was watching me, a rather unreadable expression in his eyes, his brows slightly drawn, his lips a little parted.
"I..." I started to say. Maybe he thought I was crazy now. Hell, even I thought I was crazy. Even I thought I was slowly losing my mind.
The Roxanne that had her head screwed on right should be upstairs crying for dad or mum, hating he
