I slump on my bed and punch the pillow. "You said you'll wait for me. You said it will always be me?" I scoff. "Curse you! It's just a few days passed, and it's already Princess Paislee?" I grumbled while punching the pillow.
I know this is what is supposed to happen, but my heart couldn't stop complaining. I know Prince Fraser isn't meant for Csille, but this foolish heart of mine is still beating for him, and I don't like this.
I roll on the bed and groan. I hate feeling like this. I feel so immature right now. I am a twenty two years old woman, but why am I acting like a fourteen years old teenager? I know Csille is the real teenager here, but why does it seems like I am forgetting who I am? I am Ysavel Vlahos and not Csille Lauretré.
Come on, Ysa, snap out of it. It's already beneath your principles when you caught feelings for Prince Fraser, and now you're acting like a teenager?
