How Making Up Goes

Third Person POV

Svetlana sat on the Breakfast Table while everybody in the Astor family was stealing glances at her. It was making her cringe with everything that was going on.

She was fucked. She had fucked her whole life. Sometimes she wondered why did Luca bothered not urging her to open up about her deceit at gun point. The Astor family is why.

She bit her lower in regret. Their daughter might be rotting away in an unamed grace. She shook her head at the thought. Sandra could very well be living it to the fullest.

It's been almost a week since Luca's lost control in the car.

Svetlana didn't go to his office to have lunch or drove in his car. She ate in the lunchroom or her driver brought her take-outs from exquisite hotels and restaurants.

The corner of her lip turned up, money did make statements.

When the Astor's asked about the change she simply said they were giving each other space but even a blind could see the spilled milk