Tristan's POV
Driving back to the suite, my mind was consumed by thoughts of Ivory. The image of her tear-streaked face, her trembling body haunted me. Seeing her upset yesterday struck a chord deep within me. I was really furious when that clumsy waiter spilled wine all over her. Really, was that standard service? Was that really how they trained their staff here? Last night, she had cried herself to sleep and it felt like a punch to my gut.
I had taken her out to make her happy, to get a real smile out of her. And that fool ruined everything . All thanks to him.
But today, I was determined to make things right. I thought about how I had planned to fix things up and I smirked.
I let out a loud groan as I pulled into the driveway. "Tristan," I muttered to myself, "when did you start giving a damn about people, not to talk of their feelings? Since when?" Another groan slipped out of me. "Ivory... what have you done to me?" I parked the car and walked inside.
The moment I stepped into
