She was a good pretender, a perfect liar, and an actress. Marcel bet she didn't even have to think twice about her excuse, it just flowed out of her mouth freely.
So he grabbed her hair, intending to show her that no one makes a fool out of him. He should show her pain. He was Marcel for Christ's sake - yet what would mama think of him?
That thought hit Marcel like a brick to the head, what would his mother think if she saw the way he treated Arianna? She would be disappointed that was for sure.
But then, she was dead and he gave no fuck. If his mother had been so concerned about what he would turn out to be, she shouldn't have left him. No, she shouldn't have brought him into this world in the first place.
Then he looked into Arianna's green eyes, those warm, cautious orbs that were curious of his plans for her. His gaze then moved to her lips, that wicked thing that poured the lies she told him.
