Chapter 12.2: So Be It

Cecilia

Cinderella only exists in fairy tales.

Everyone knew that Emeric Gravalle didn't have an official partner, only a secretary who bothered him madly for years.

And privately, Emeric's friends of comparable stature laughed at me for years about how Emeric's former companions received expensive gifts and unlimited credit cards. I also had to remember the preferences of his female companions and make arrangements.

I'm the lowest of the low, the one who offers to do it. I've been taking care of him for years, and from the day I first lay in his bed seven years ago, I thought I was special.

It turns out I am not.

It's no use fooling myself, nothing can fool me into thinking I'm not completely pathetic right now.

“You really wanted to be together?” he asks, still with that critical expression on his face, as if I am a project report waiting to be evaluated.

No matter how excited I had just been, how much I held back, how restrained I was, I was irrational in his eyes.

Obviously not l