52| Freya

I am sitting at the bar counter with Luke, observing people dancing and eating. The atmosphere is vibrant and animated. It is animated enough to put some life into a spiritless body like me. The music and dancing is lifting up my mood a little if I ignore the part of me that is feeling lonely and wishing Rafe would be here.

Luke and I did attend the musical event but midway I got bored so I asked him to go to the dance bar.

The event was formal and I wanted to be in some non-formal and relaxed environment. I even dressed for a non-formal place. So I changed his plan and he thankfully agreed.

"The ring is still not in your finger. Did it sort out with your husband?" Luke questions.

I give a brief glance to my finger then grab my glass of drink, "What sort out? It's near the end."

I murmured, but he still heard me, "Really? That's awful. Rafe can't be this imprudent to let go of a woman like you. I mean you have a great personality and flawless looks. There can't be anything in you t