I paced back and forth as I waited for Marcus to come up here to talk to me like he said earlier. The party downstairs has already ended, but I am still stuck up here—not even sure when he will be here.
The night is already deep. Until the very moment I was handed a key to go to one of the hotel rooms that Marcus booked to rest, people didn't stop talking about me, the diamond accessories I wear, and the wedding that wouldn't even happen. They never tried shutting their mouths about it.
I should be grateful though, because at least Marcus thought of letting me escape the hall. He might have argued with me in the middle of the party when his issue about Matthew arose again, but he still let me take a break earlier. That is already great considering how chaotic it is downstairs becau
