ILIANA'S POV
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Numb, exhausted and completely suffocated in self hatred, I just stare out onto the rippling water as the force pushes the water downward. If only I haven't trusted a man I just met, then this wouldn't have happened. If only I thought that my parents would put me before their wealth and beliefs, then this wouldn't have happened. Staring at Drystan, wondering if he was going to choose me, I had hope. Hope is just a glimpse of joy before it shatters every aspect of your life, pulling you down into the depths of the ocean.
I hate that I hoped.
A shadow falls over me, but I don't bothering looking. White trousers pass my line of sight, tan hands hanging low, and no gold club or bag in sight. My eyes flick up, and there he stands across from me to the side, leaning against t
