One hundred and Twenty-Three

Naomi

"Cecil, what does the clock read?"

"Seven pm, your highness."

"Then why is that asshole not here?!" I roared and Cecil, my maid flinched as the glass in my hand landed on the wall, shattering into pieces.

I inhaled and exhaled as I stared at the now broken cup on the floor, while Cecil stood and stared right ahead, but I could see her looking at me in the corner of her eye.

I've been angry all day. I had no idea why, but all day, I've been either irritated, or overwhelmed.

Aubrey blamed it on the hormones. I blamed it on Seth.

He has been locked up in his office, not giving me attention and working with that bitch, Violet, and when I asked him to have lunch with me, he promised to come.

It has been hours, and he still wasn't here.

Was Violet winning? Didn't he know what she was doing?

It was all part of her plot, her plan and I felt stuck. I didn't have any idea what to do without seeming jealous.

I paced back and forth in the room, frustration bubbling within me, coupled with