twenty three

Dante's POV

I stood by the window, gazing out at the sky as my thoughts swirled around in my head. The events of the last few hours played over and over again in my mind, like a broken record. I watched as Vanessa walked into the garden, her face drawn and expressionless. A pang of guilt tugged at my heart as I wondered if I had overreacted. Maybe there was nothing between her and Drake, after all. Maybe I had let my emotions get the best of me. I felt a sudden desire to go and talk to her, to apologize and try to make things right.

I clenched my fists when I saw Drake walking towards Vanessa, his hands in his pockets. I couldn't hear what he said, but she turned to face him and her lips curved into a smile. It was a smile I recognized, one that told me she had been expecting him. I felt hurt and betrayed, my hopes of making amends with her slipping away. I was about to turn away when a maid entered the room, announcing that dinner was served. I looked at her, trying to focus on the pr