Maria.
I was burning with a fury I did not even understand.
The anger sat heavily inside my chest, hot and suffocating, refusing to leave no matter how many times I told myself to calm down.
Why was I so annoyed?
Why was I this affected by the fact that Adrien had kissed Vanessa?
It made absolutely no sense, because I had no right to be angry and no reason to be upset.
What Adrien chose to do was absolutely none of my concern. Yet no matter how hard I tried to convince myself of that fact, the irritation remained, as it kept growing, spreading and consuming me little by little.
I clenched my jaw.
My fingers curled into tight fists at my sides.
And then, just like that, the image flashed through my mind. It was that of Adrien and his brothers.
The way they had looked at me, the way they had pleaded and the desperation in their eyes as they begged for another chance—as they asked me to come back, as they tried to convince me not to abandon them.
