After Duke Tristan's carriage vanished like a pie that was ready to be eaten but fell on the floor scattered, my steps toward the corridor felt heavy.
Heavy, like I was dragging a sack of regrets, two suitcases of "what ifs," and a coffin inscribed with "CONCLUSION: THIS CUTE LILIANE IS STUPID, EVERYONE."
My face? Ruined. Lips downturned. Eyes empty. The aura of a woman who just realized she missed the most important dialogue of her life.
And of course—MY FAMILY WAS ALREADY LURKING. Watching me from a distance as I escorted my handsome man home.
And as we crossed paths, I could see Dominic crossing his arms, standing casually like an executioner on vacation. "What happened to that face of yours, my Sister?" he asked in an annoying tone. My goodness, a squid is more pleasant to look at than his face. "Has your beloved Duke Tristan dumped you, or has the High Mage grown bored of you?"
WHAM.
One sentence.
