Chapter Eleven

Flashback:

Soralina cried on without a single break, while Gustav held her in his arms, getting his Armani suit soiled just like that.

Meanwhile Agatha and the others watched in utter horror. Especially Agatha, who knew that getting affection from Gustav was never affection at all. And if he ever displayed it, he had ugly reasons.

What was the ugly reason this time, she would soon find out.

A while later, Soralina pulled away, while Gustav held her by the shoulders, checking her face for Lord only knew what. "Feeling better?"

Soralina nodded meekly, her cheeks stained with tears but her eyes no longer streaming, and the redness in her cheeks said she was embarrassed to cry like that in front of everyone.

Gustav nodded as well, rubbing her arms up and down in a way of comfort, but it only irked Agatha out even more.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Once again she shook her head, not trusting her voice to speak. Gustav nodded again, letting go of her and stepping back. For a long time he