I burst through the glass doors onto the third-floor balcony and the cool night air finally lets me breathe. The city sprawls out below like a sea of lights, skyscrapers poking up everywhere, twinkling like they’re laughing at me. I grab the railing hard, tears still sliding down my face, hot and stupid. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do Lucian's words cut so deep, twisting in my gut like a knife? It's not like he's never been an asshole before. Hell, that's practically his default setting. But this... this hurts in a way I can't shake, like he's peeled back a layer I didn't even know was raw.I suck in a shaky breath, the distant hum of traffic and the faint jazz spilling from the ballroom mixing together. My dress clings to me, suddenly feeling too tight. I wipe at my cheeks with the back of my hand, but it's useless, my mascara's probably running now, turning me into a raccoon-eyed mess. Just great.The door creaks open behind me, Soft footsteps approach—heels clicking lightly
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