Gabriella Santiago stared at her future husband with nothing but disbelief and resentment. Of course she didn't expect too much but she at least expected him to change. to show love for her. she at least expected that we sent will treat her like the Queen she was.
' so you're telling me that I accepted to marry you and yet I'm going to live a miserable life? are you not tired of making my life a living hell here?' she ranted watching his obscure expression. It had been his perfect mission to remain quiet. observant. because over and over again Gabriella has given him a headache. getting ahead of herself. believing that Don Vicente would view her as something much more. something extraordinary. someone special. but she appeared to be wrong.
'Talk to me god damn it. you can't possibly assume that I'm going to be complaining every day in the relationship and you aren't going to do something. I hate feeling like I'm talking to myself.'
