The moon rays shone through the window as the temperature of the entire room was colder than usual; accompanied by a long stretch of dead silence.
With Delia seated by the window of the hotel room, she stared down at her hands then back at the stary sky.
Damien sat at the foot of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees as he gazed down with a deep frown.
The room remained engulfed in silence.
The dry lines of tears on Delia's face washes off as a fresh roll escaped her eyes. She sniffled softly.
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SLAP!
"HOW DARE YOU!" Rachel roared, having her face soaked in tears.
Delia held the side of her face, sobbing. "Mum, I-"
"SHUT UP!" Rachel's teary voice cracked. "Marriage!? Do you have any idea what marriage is!?"
Delia quickly shut her eyes, holding the tears burning her eyes. She wiped her face, biting her lips to the words that replayed in her head.
