"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." ~Emily Bronte

Antonella.

I couldn't breathe so I quick grabbed a glass of whatever it was from a passing waiter, the liquid burned my throat but it was just what I needed. I watched them...him kiss her...they...are...engaged...no..wonder...she..was...at...the...hotel..no...wonder...he...choose..her..over...me.

On the bright side he looks gorgeous. My subconscious commented.

"Are you okay Nella ?"

Oh shit. I forgot my father was sitting right beside me.

"I'm. ..fi.n..e..." I stammered. How can Lukas have such an effect on me ?

I growled when she kissed him one more time.

"I just think they should get all hanky-panky...I mean we get it...