THE NEXT morning, her eyes look dark, you cannot see any sign of brightness in her face. She wasn't in her right self. She looks weak and sleepless as she follows Dario from behind. As they walked in the hall, her eyes were looking at the left wing of the castle until they walked downstairs. She cried so much the evening she saw the divorce papers specially, when she read his name. She can't let go. She still can't accept that she is leaving.
"Milady?” Dario offered his hand to guide her in the Rolls Royce Swept ail which will be used to drive her back to Seville.
She gulped as she stared at the car stopping her tears to flow because it is really real that she is leaving. She clenched her fist and ran back to the castle. She lit a torch before running upstairs, and into the dark left win
