Bianca was still sitting on the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks when Serena marched in. From afar, she had heard the argument between Louis and his fiancée as the redhead shouted at him, rebuking him roundly for being insensitive.

“Don’t you see, Louis,” she had been saying, her voice rising in anger,

” Bianca is not the villain here…”

And Louis's deep baritone, so similar to the deep tones of the Mafia Don, as he sneered when he replied,

“What do you want me to believe, Serena? That she’s some kind of victim?’

He had huffed in disbelief.

The girl on the floor covered her ears.

No.

She was...