"I warned you, Kristina," he said, leaning closer to me, his hand scorching my wrist, his silver eyes darkening to a stormy grey. "I told you what would happen if you defied me."
Fire was racing up and down my arm. The rose necklace burned at my thr...
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
~ Cordelia Gail ~
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
Tears flooded silently down my cheeks.
No...
¿Por qué está pasando esto?
I huddled closer to Liam, whose arm tightened around me, and I pulled the blanket closer.
"Delia," he murmured, his hand softly running through my hair. "You've seen this movie a million times. Why do you sob like I've been killed?"
I reached out, grabbed the remote, and paused the movie, looking up at him. "If you died, mi amor, I would cry much harder than this," I thought it over. "Or not at all."
"Gee, thanks."
"No," I leaned up, giving him a peck on the cheek. "I meant, I'd probably be too grief-stricken to cry at all. Unable to process..." I sighed. "No podría vivir sin ti."
I knew he understood my words. Liam learned Spanish so he could understand my words. But he smiled at me anyways. "Leonardo DiCaprio gets more tears than your fiancé," he shook his head. "I guess I know where I'd stand if we ever stood in the same room."
I decided to play along. "No," I said. "Jack Dawson gets more tears than my beloved fiancé. Leonardo DiCaprio is, like, forty years old. He's the same age as my tía." my tía Lucia, my mother's younger sister, is ten years younger than my mother. Mother often claims she was an accidente, but she does always say it with love. Whenever she speaks of her sister that way, it makes me wish I wasn't an only child.
I guess, living in the Darcy's manor for most of the year, I sort of did have siblings. Annoying ones, at that, but still siblings. Especially today, shopping for dresses with the girls... for once, we were all having fun. For once, I wasn't even annoyed with Megan or Kristina. I actually, in the weirdest way, enjoyed their company. Even at Taco Bell afterward, when Kristina scolded Liam and I for kissing, there was some sense of humor in her tone... one I didn't detect soon enough, and I sent her a particularly nasty look, before I saw how amused she was. I kind of felt bad - which was strange, feeling bad for being rude to Kristina - but I wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of watching me apologize.
