Chapter 93

Rosaleigh's P.O.V

"No, no, no guys! Two vases at each table! And there are supposed to be ten chairs at each table, why am I seeing six?!" With a groan I slump onto one of the chairs.

This wasn't a good idea, being on my period and planning the new year's ball, not for me.

I should've listened when Xander insisted that I stay at home and rest, now I feel nothing but regret and exhaustion.

Speak of the devil, he appears out of thin air wearing Prada and carrying a bag of Chinese takeaway.

An immediate grin plasters itself on my face, I stand up and engulf him in a hug. "Omg you're the best," I squeal, he laughs hugging me back with one arm.

I want to pull away and take the Chinese but the feel of being in his arms is comforting and somehow chases away all my cramps.

"I missed you," I find myself saying, although it's only been a few hours, it felt like years in my eyes.

Time is different when he isn't here, it goes by so slowly and begrudgingly I hate it.

"I missed you too gorgeous,"