"I thought you wouldn't come."
Gloria said after pulling herself out of his arms. She wiped her tears slightly, waiting for him to say something but he only stared at her face.
When she realized that he wasn't ready to say a thing, she looked into his eyes.
"Look at you."
Gloria finally heard his voice. He wiped her tears with his thumbs. "You've ruined the makeup on your face." Lucian drew his hankie out of his pocket and wiped her face.
"That fool you call father made you dress this way," he looked down at her opened chest.
"Lucian," she called his name because she didn't want to talk about it.
"You know, if you aren't stopping me, I'd go up to that stage, call everyone's attention and let them know that your stupid father is a prick!" His voice was louder than he expected.
"Lucian, please," she pulled away from him further because his voice was becoming loud.
