Vincent.
I felt an overwhelming surge of pure victory coursing through my veins, a triumphant thrill so intense that I could barely contain it.
I desperately wanted to flaunt my success, to shout it from the rooftops and let the world witness my moment of glory. My first instinct was to head straight to Maria's room, to look her in the eyes and revel in the anticipation of what was to come.
However, I caught myself. I had already given her my word; I had explicitly promised her that I would wait, and I pride myself on timing. It required a massive amount of restraint, but I comforted myself with the reality of the situation: there were just a few more days left to endure anyway.
The countdown was practically over.
With that thought keeping my impatience at bay, I turned on my heel and walked straight to my own room, looking forward to a moment of quiet satisfaction.
