DAMIEN
Her betrayal leaves a bitter feeling in my chest, slowly morphing into anger. My jaw clenches. Who is that fucker who dared to touch Lyssa? Once I get my hands on him, he'll wish that he were dead sooner.
I need to ask her, and I need to know who it was. But all that anger died when I confronted her at the store. I don't know what came over me, but I just stepped in to show her the dress I picked for her. What was she thinking while picking those ridiculous dresses? Not every dress can showcase the beauty she has.
I hope she'd go with my choice. I remember the look in her eyes, the way her heart thumped in her chest when she saw me. A part of me likes to think it's because she still has feelings for me, but I can't deny what I clearly saw in her eyes—hatred.
