Elena's POV
I cried for straight up fifteen minutes. I didn't know the reason I cried but I just went according to my feelings. I got up from the bed and entered the bathroom. I took a short shower and returned to my bedroom with a towel around my chest. Daniel was still not in there. Was he downstairs already?
As I was getting dressed, I heard the door open and look back immediately thinking it was him. But it was just Marietta.
“Oh, it's you,” I said.
“Yes. Good morning, Elena,” she greeted.
“Morning, Marie. Did you by any chance see a man downstairs?” I asked casually.
“Yes. He was making breakfast,” she answered.
“Oh. Okay. Thank you,” I stated and looked forward again.
“He said he was your boyfriend,” Marie added. My eyes widened and I turned around.
“What?” I asked.