CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

                      The night sky is clear and full of stars. The door cracks open. I don't look back and move away from the window. 

      "My parents are coming tomorrow," He says, making me jump on my heels. 

      I shoot my gaze at the door. Which was closed. Luce is standing behind me, "They were coming this weekend." I say. 

      "Some changes in the plans," he says, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

      I flinch and stare at him, "You just can't change your plans," I thin my lips. 

      He looks at me. 

      "You're pathetic." I snap when he doesn't say anything. 

      "Your dress will arrive in the morning. We're going out for breakfast with them," He says, calmly.