CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
FAITH’S POV
Everybody was looking at me like I was a victim and that made me very uncomfortable. Mum was constantly petting my hair, never leaving my side and asking me if I was okay every five minutes. Thomas couldn’t hide his worry either, judging from how he pretended to read a newspaper that was upside down by the way, then peek at me. Even Roman was constantly watching me with concern almost every ten seconds. I glanced at my wrist watch, wondering why Lucian hadn’t shown up just yet. He should have picked me up ten minutes ago and saved me from this torture.
“Are you certain you should be going out with him tonight? He is the reason you snapped in the first place, isn’t he?” Mum eventually voiced the questioned that had probably ben weighing on her for a while t
