“I…” I opened my mouth to say something but before I could, the music changed and someone else had taken my outstretched hand, pulling me into his arms and then there was a different girl on Lucien’s arms. A familiar girl. Isla.
How did she get here? She had been sitting idly a while ago. I made sure to watch her since she was unsafe in a place like this but now she was here, like this, in Lucien’s arms. Her lips curved upwards when she met my eyes and I knew she was going to tell him.
She was going to tell him that the person who saved him eight months ago was actually myself. I wondered how Lucien would react to that, if it was going to change anything. Perhaps he’d only hate Kayla more but I was sure, I was sure he’d never divorce her. Their relationship wasn’t good from the start but
