#36

MEDDIE’S POV

I leave the powder room, having wiped my face clean of the tears. I tried removing the make-up, but it was all waterproof. It didn’t budge. I chuckle, even the make-up intends to make my life hell.

Damiano is standing outside, just like he said he would. He gripped my waist, but it was not a protective gesture like earlier. This time, it was intended to cause me pain. He can’t beat me in front of so many people, but he also won’t let me go free of pain.

Any chance he can find, he causes me pain. Like when we sat down for the dinner, there weren’t any meat free main dishes. So all I could eat, was salad. That was also very small in portion.