Brett searches my face for the twentieth time. I hate it when he does this because he always ends up figuring out what the hell is wrong with me. He knows me too well. I'm trying to hide my emotions because hiding is easier than explaining, and I haven't told them the ugly truth about this. I gave them a flimsy excuse about last night and lied about even going to the Rose Prick. I want to forget everything associated with that place. I don't think that I'll be going back there anytime soon. My plan after leaving Luca's hotel was to go straight home, but Victoria called and I couldn't brush her off or she'd want to pay me a visit at home and I don't want that. Home hasn't been the same in a while, and I think it's best if I keep them far away from the place. Hell, even I don't want to be there most of the time. It's scary how a place that used to be my safe haven has become a place of nightmares. At least I had Mary to keep me company on most days. Now, I don't even have that. Thin

I crawl out of bed somewhere around eleven. Although I feel low and have nothing much to do at this time of the night, I can’t stand being alone with my thoughts. I already have a migraine and it feels like my head is going to explode. I need a momentary distraction. Food, perhaps. Anything that might help me fill this void inside of me. My family isn’t back yet, which is a relief because I don’t want to see Mary even though I’m thinking about apologizing to her for the things that I said. I was unnecessarily harsh to her, and I shouldn’t have done that. I should have gotten a better grip on my emotions and not made a reckless decision to spew out everything that I’ve been desperately trying to hold in. If anything, my outburst has made things worse. Once I’m in the kitchen, I stop in my tracks by the entrance. Constance turns around to face me. She’s in her pajamas, yet she’s still here. “Couldn’t sleep?” I ask her. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips. “I was actually

I leave the shopping mall with my heart in my throat. I can't believe that crazy woman said that to me. The look in her eyes was wild and honestly, feral. I have no doubt that she was talking about Luca and not her husband. She has no reason to warn me off him. But why? Why would she say such a thing to me? What is it to her? She didn't sound like she was advising me. It sounded like she was threatening me. I decided to let the matter go. Going after her and causing a scene would lead to nothing. I'd only embarrass myself dealing with someone as crazy as her. I huff indignantly as I remember her words. This has worsened my mood considerably and cut my small me-moment short. I probably shouldn't have taken the things she said to me to the heart, but because this topic is already so sensitive to me, I can't control the way I feel about it. I search for my car keys in my purse. My hands are shaking a little; that's how infuriated I am. Her threat makes no sense although I have notice

Three whole days have passed since I last saw Luca Ferrante.I was never delusional enough to think that things would change once he stopped being around me all the time, so the disappointment I feel isn’t as consuming as it’s supposed to be. Things have been rough. Nothing feels the same anymore, and I’m starting to lose hope that Mary and I will ever reconcile. I haven’t apologized to her for my harsh words the other day. I just don’t have the opportunity to. Every time she looks at me, I see her eyes darkening with hatred, and I can’t quite understand if it’s because of what I said to her or whether it’s something else. Of course, the logical reason would be the first one. I was harsh and unsympathetic. I took out all my frustrations and negative feelings on her. It was a horrible thing to do.But this isn’t the Mary I know. My sister isn’t like this rancorous and moody person. She’s kind and forgiving, which makes me feel like there’s something seriously wrong going on. The wors

I've been dreading the moment that we'd leave the party and have to come home. And this is the reason why. Mom drops her purse on one of the couches and walks toward me. "Can you explain to me what the hell that was between you and Luca?"The car ride was tense and honestly, the worst. I kept getting sympathetic looks from dad that didn't help me at all. He asked me for answers earlier but that wasn't the time or the place. Honestly, I don't know how to go about this. I'm embarrassed and ashamed. And to make matters worse, I'm being confronted about something that isn't even my fault. I scoff, feeling rage build up inside of me. "You're saying this like you saw me approach him and try to talk to him. I can't control who talks to me and who doesn't!"There's no easy way to approach this topic. The fact that she doesn't want me to talk to him at all makes no sense to me. If he truly wants Mary, then there's no reason for them to fear, but based off her reaction, I don't think that's