Erica's POV

I was up early the next day. My eyes stung and my body felt weak.

I got up and walked to the dressing mirror. I was right. My face was a mess; blotchy and ugly in different places.

I had spent the entire night crying about Dante.

Pointless. It was all pointless.

I loved him but I could be with him. My family and my pride and dignity wouldn't allow it. No. Not after everything that he had done.

I gripped the dressing table hard. My eyes stared back at me and I felt a lump form in my throat.

It was settled then. No more seeing Dante....