She was different. Very different from the woman I knew her to be.
And I didn't know if it was a good or bad thing.
Seeing Mira again had altered my brain chemistry. I had dreamt of it for so long but nothing could prepare me for seeing her at the auction that night. I was completely blindsided. Her looks were not the only thing about her that had changed. Her demeanor had too.
It was bittersweet realization.
On one hand, I loved seeing her exude so much confidence and carry herself like an untouchable queen. On the other hand, I was on the receiving end of her coldness, probably because I had caused whatever led to it.
My fists tightened around my steering wheel at the thought of Massimo touching her.
Taking one last look at the building she lived in, I sped out of there.
But as I laid in bed that night I knew that I wasn't going to let her go without a fight. Mira belonged to me and no one else.
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