~ARTHUR~
I couldn't sleep. In fact, it's seven in the morning and I haven't slept even for a minute since last night. I kept thinking about Gabriella and the look on her face when I'd told her that I was going to marry Emily.
It's not like I wanted to rub that truth in her face. I was trying my best not to answer her question; she was the one that had insisted on hearing an answer.
But why should this even bother me? Why was I awake for an entire night just replaying the look on her face over and over again?
I knew that I needed to get her out of my head but it was easier to think of it rather than actually get it done.
My mind was in a mess. In fact, if anyone had tried any attacks on us now, I wasn't sure that I would be of any help. She had managed to find a place for herself in my
