Chapter 68

~Lola~

It’s been a week, and I still don’t have a good grasp on what’s been going on with me—the headache, the anxiety, and the strong urge to figure out what it is that is missing. Why does my boss always look at me as if I’m forgetting something extremely important? If Dante Monroe is my brother, why doesn’t he greet me? The only thing he does is gaze lustfully in my direction. That man eye-raped me every time he got a chance. Why would a brother be hard when looking at his own sister?

I brushed it off and continued doing what I was doing. Mason has been gone for 3 days, and he’s coming back today. I called ahead and made a reservation at the restaurant located on the ground floor of the hotel. I went down the stairs and waited for my fiancé to arrive. It looks like there’s a party going on downstairs, but it’s more of a children’s party. The decorations are appealing to the eye. While I was waiting, I asked for a glass of water to keep me hydrated, and just as the waiter was settin