Thirty

SYBIL EAGAN POV

The events I remembered varied in their intensity, and some were more vivid than others. But it all ended with me feeling a terrible loss after being left at the altar with no explanation from Dian except for the horrible message he left for me with the priest.

Zach sat in the corner looking out of it, but I could feel his rage from the way his finger were clenched tightly together. His gaze was directed at the ground in concentration and I wondered what he was planning in his head

Kushi was more verbal and wore her anger on her sleeve. Both of them hated Dian and from what I could remember, I had an idea why and I couldn't blame them.

Kushi stepped closer to me all of a sudden and I could tell from the way her eyes twitched and her lips quavered that she had a difficult time finding the right emotion to portray.

She wasn't the only one though. I was in a daze. My head felt fuzzy, and my emotion was scattered all over the place.

One thing was certain. My whole night