Luka
My mind disassociated from my body. I didn’t want to listen to Olivia, but I couldn’t walk away.
“You’ll never be good enough for him. At 20 years old, he’s probably sowing his wild oats, slumming it with his peasant adventure. I’ve known him since we were babies, in the crib. We shared a wet nurse, you know…”
“I didn’t.”
“Of course you didn’t. You don’t know anything about him. And if I know him, which I do, he’ll come to his senses once he’s sick of you.”
There was so much I wanted to say, but I knew if I talked, I’d either start sobbing or start punching her. Neither was a good look for me.
I turned and started walking away, when I saw Caleb walking in my direction. I felt myself brightening, happy to see him, but he walked past toward Olivia. More proof that she was right
