[Celia's POV]
The duke stood back after a brief touch on the lips. Celia could hardly process anything. He was soon moving out of the room while Lucian followed him. However, he glanced at Celia once, a look that could make anyone weak in the knees because of how much grief and pain it held in them.
Celia collapsed on the floor. She did not know what to make of that kiss apart from the fact that it was her first. Among all this, she did not expect that she would have to pretend and make everything believable.
She heard a loud thud and then a groan. Celia gasped and decided to check, but she was afraid. She did not want to be the reason for the fight, she knew she was though. She let out her tears this time, sobbing into her hands.
She did not want this. Why? Why?
She did not realize another person's entry, not until cool hands gently removed her hands from her face. Celia sniffled as she looked at the dule through watery eyes.
