Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir

Whose fault? 2

Tiffany~

Rather than responding, he left the reception, leaving me standing here. I raced behind, took few steps before retreating. It's absolutely meaningless to follow him, more insanely crazy to continue hiding under these sunglasses and nose masks. I'm done hiding. Let all of the Truth be known, the burden would be less on me and he can carry it all alone. The briefest regret ricocheted through me again. He's going through enough with his family already and I was just an escape plan for him, I guess.

'Miss? Do you want something?'

I stiffened at Courtney's voice behind me. How long has she been standing there? Did she experience the briefest scenario between her brother and I? I assured myself she knows nothing. After all, I'm still under covers. I spun to face her.

'Nothing is wrong, Miss. I was just coming out from the rest room'.

'Uhm. By chance, did you see a tall man here. He's got a kinda stern face, short hair. She was describing Adrian. I quickly shook my head. 'No.