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I sigh.

I don’t think Minnie wants anything to do with me now, let alone accompany me to a goddamn party.

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Istare in the mirror at the marks on my skin. That savage cat did a number on my face and neck. I look like I got attacked by a wild animal, and it will undoubtedly raise some brows. My mother in particular will likely badger me for an answer as to how I got these injuries.

Since the debacle in the basement, I’ve had time to reflect on my actions. And I’ve come to the conclusion that I did nothing wrong. So why the hell is she so mad at me? If anything, I should be the one who’s mad considering she blatantly chose that saint Lucien over me.

She cried over his detached head.

She tried to put him back together.

What about me?

What about my heart that was crumbling with each tear she shed for that bastard? Why didn’t she try to put that back together?

I scowl.

This is not going well. She should have been fucking impressed with my surprise, not incensed. We didn’t even get to the champagne, and that means I didn’t get my indirect kiss.

Now that, I’m even more mad about.

How dare she think I did something wrong when she’s the one who cares more about Lucien’s scattered body parts than my own whole ones?

I’m not asking for much, am I? I just want to be the only one in her affections: past, present, future.

But it’s rather clear that while I may have owned the present, the past and the future are now under question mark.

Fucking hell.

Why are women so difficult?

I would have been better off on my own, like before. Solitude means there would be no one to disappoint or to anger.

Yet as soon as that thought arises in my mind, I mentally berate myself.

The me before Minnie was merely existing, not living. I cannot imagine ever going back to a period in time where she wasn’t in my life.

It was a sad and hollow existence, just like I was a sorry excuse of a man.

There’s no point in thinking about my life before her since it ceased to exist the moment she got into my car on that cold, snowy night.

If only I knew how to get her to see my perspective, though… Or maybe, understand hers better—though I’m sure it’s erroneous. But as it stands, she refuses to talk to me now.

With an annoyed sigh, I leave my room and spot Minnie in the hallway.

She’s dressed in a black dress and black tights, together with a black lace veil that covers her face, hiding her features.

Satisfaction blooms inside of me.

Even mad, she still covers herself.

She wouldn’t have agreed to come if my mother hadn’t called again yesterday and asked to speak with Minnie specifically. I don’t know what they talked about, but as she hung up, Minnie told me she was going to join me at the party.

She didn’t say anything else. She glared at me and then went to her room. And she’s been there ever since.

Until now.

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