Lucettia's Point of View:
Suho put down his spoon. He picked up the table napkin and wiped the side of his lips. He sighed, then drank his water.
I eyed my plate. We were almost done eating, and the restaurant's staff just served the dessert.
I had already told him about what happened in the boutique. About what was the reason why I got my wound. I told him about everything, all the things and words that happened between my family and me. I chose not to hide anything from him.
When I told him that I didn't want to hide anything from him, I decided to do that. Because I know that it was also what he wanted me to do.
Suho moved and sat beside me. He held my wounded hand then sighed again.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I was not at your side when that happened. I told you that I would al
