GRACE'S POV
Here I am wiping an old renaissance painting at the center of the main hall. A big one, might I add. Trying to get my head off the things that just happened was hard. To do that, I accepted any work.
My first kiss was taken by a man I loathe with my whole life. Just thinking about makes me rub the frame of the painting vigorously. Gladly, there isn't anyone around the hall at this moment.
Sighing. I plopped down on the ground, bringing my hands to my face, using it as a cover.
He forced a kiss on me. I didn't have any strength to fight back at that time. The shock controlled my body. And all I can do at that time was cry.
When he stopped and started caressing my face as if saying sorry. I was surprised for a moment, but I didn't let that cloud my judgment. And the next thing I knew, I slapped him. Hard. When he looked up at me, his eyes look like he finally returned to his senses. He tried touching me, but I didn't let him.
