“This is really beautiful” I exclaimed.
“I’m glad you love it” he says.
“I never thought this place could be this beautiful, when did you think of this?” The light illuminated, creating a perfect ambiance.
“For a while, I was scared you might not like it” he added.
He stretched his hand to me, I held it and gently took my seat.
Before I left the room, I had made sure to check the publications again, they were all wiped clean, there was no trace of it no matter how much I looked.
That’s what power feels like.
Wyatt thought he could create a rift in my life, tried to make me feel unhappy that the whole world knows about my personal life.
What he doesn’t know is that the Roman name comes with a lot of respect, and people in this town would anything so they won’t have to cross a Roman.
