The next morning, Elena sat beside Damian in the dining, her hand pressed against her lower stomach, a soft frown curling on her face.
She'd barely touched her breakfast — even the tea beside her had gone cold.
Damian had just finished adjusting his cufflinks when he noticed how pale she looked.
"What's wrong cupcake, are you okay?" he said, his tone more curious than demanding.
Elena hesitated for a moment, then sighed.
"It's just... my monthly visitor is here."
Damian's brows furrowed. He blinked, confused. " Your what Visitor?"
She looked up at him, half-amused despite her discomfort.
"My period, Damian."
"Oh," he said simply, as though processing new data.
His brows drew together — not in annoyance, but genuine concern. "Is that why you're hurting?"
She nodded weakly, her hand pressing against her abdomen. "It's normal, it just hurts sometimes. And I, um… I'm out of tampons."
