Diane’s P.O.V.

I smiled awkwardly as the heat rose from the stomach to my face, making my cheeks suddenly warmed up. Marky was like his mother, Alma.

Couldn’t he remember last night that I didn’t want to share a room with Liam? Whose wife will do that?

There was something in me that was aggravated not because of what they thought about the two of us, but because I knew that it would never happen as much as I wanted to. In the end, I would just hope and assume for nothing. If I continue to nurture this odd feeling, I would only be hurt. Our social status was so...