LOVERS

How can another woman same as her be present there? It was unusual that she found herself following the sound where it was coming from. The laugh lead her be to a garden where the roses blooms as it bathed towards the golden array of the sun.

When she woke up the next day, Italia was alone. The sun was already shining brightly, and the empty space beside her was cold. The traje de boda was nowhere to be seen, and everything seems to be already neatly arrange as if yesterday were nothing, but all dreams of lust, and repine longing that Gustavio could still be soften by her.

She sighs.

The double doors of her room opened.

“Miss.” It was Tristan, her personal butler. “Mr. Salvador ask me to send you at the dining table.”

“Tell him that I wasn’t in the mood—”

“It was an order, Miss.”

Her fist curled up, and clenched.

“An order, huh?”

Italia doesn’t like the sound of it, but what can she do? Whose fault was it to be here kissing Gustavio Enriquez Salvador’s ass? Probably hers.

“I’m