Viella's POV
I woke up with a groan.
Damn, my head hurts. My brain honestly couldn't process everything that happened yesterday. It was just too much. I sat up, crossing my legs and resting my chin on my hand as I started thinking back to last night.
[Flashback]
"Does that mean... you know about Alina too?" I asked.
Dante's smirk faded a bit, and he nodded, irritation flashing across his face.
"Then why didn't you do anything?" I pressed. "Were you waiting for her to confess, like me?"
Dante let out a small laugh.
"I love doing things my own way. No one should know that better than you... right, Miss Reader?"
I noticed he didn't call me Viella this time.
"Isn't it weird," Dante continued, his eyes filled with interest, "how you know everything about me, yet I know nothing about you?"
"Exactly!" I said, trying to stand up. "You know nothing about me, so this wedding can't happen!"
