Prince tucked in the drowsy Aria and her unstuffed hormones in a warm blanket inside her bedroom. He's already tired, but he managed to bring her upstairs. A lot of things ran inside his mind, and to think that Aria left him with no choice… it's sickening. At the same time, pity rushed through him.
He never promised someone unless it was his father.
Prince lied about loving Avery, casting his truest and grim shadows the day the Marriage Proposal is out. No one can actually know the truth in his eyes, because it was always a lie. Prince wondered how long gone his steps back on the path he desired to have for.
"Why are the results not the way I see it at first?"
Is it because he's pretending? That's why the real ones seemed unreal. That's why he thought everything he does is real, and it'd let him fit the puzzle he's trying to solve the first time he had the chance?
