I stared at the guy who broke my heart, the pain rushing back at me. Seeing him with my own eyes was ripping the fragile organ to shreds. Everything smacked me in the face, the shouting, kicking me out and accusing me of cheating.

I could hear the beating of my heart in my ears as I gulped, trying to force bile down my dry throat. He looked so handsome and it reminded me how much I missed his touch and being able to run my hands through his soft locks. The time away only made him look more handsome to me. Had he been spending more time at the gym? He probably had girls at his beck and call clinging on to him. That thought and the sound of him whispering my name brought me back to reality.

I had to be strong. I wasn't going to be that same girl. With another harsh swallow, I raised my head and looked him straight in the eye. I knew my eyes were empty and cold, but that's what I wanted. I wouldn't let him see my pain.

"As I was saying, I'll give you a tour and a meal of your choosing." It was so hard to act normal, as if he wasn't affecting me. Which was definitely the understatement of the year. He knew what he was doing to me, but was he affected by me too or was that in the past? Buried beneath all the love that I had for him?

"Thank you, Milliana, isn't it?" He asked, holding my name out. His eyes buried into mine. I scoffed mentally at myself because I still got jitters when he said my name, why couldn't I hate him? Outwardly, I just met his eyes square on.

"Yes sir." I replied politely. I was hoping to be the bigger person, or at least seem like I had everything under control.

"Well, what would you recommend?" He asked almost teasingly and somewhat happily. Happy for what? Breaking my heart? This just hardened my heart even further.

"I would recommend the Lobster Ravioli, Grilled steak and a glass of Chardonnay." I tell him, my voice strong.

I knew this was one of his favorite meals. I should have said something else, to really prove I had moved on, but I couldn't think of anything else to give him. He agreed, smiling at me, and when that smile reached his eyes I couldn't help but swoon.

No Milli stop!' I thought to myself. I didn't want to be the sad girl who ran back to him. And hopefully I wouldn't be.

After writing down his order and taking his menu, I reported the meal to the kitchen. Then I hurried my way to the staff room. Closing the door, I let out a deep breath that I didn't even know I was holding. I wanted nothing more than to run away, tell Tony I was sick or Ariella wasn't behaving. But I had to prove to him he didn't affect me. I couldn't be a coward.

My anxiousness rising, I ripped my phone out to call my Mother so see how Ariella was doing. I was dying to hear her little giggles, knowing they would calm me down. I had been so busy with work that when my shifts ended, I was so exhausted that when I got home I would go straight to sleep. I missed playing with her or watching cartoons with her. I had been taking longer shifts to make sure I could financially support her, get her everything I wanted to be able to give her, but it was starting to take a toll on me.

Dialing my Mum, I heard the line ringing and only ten seconds later she picked up. "Hola, Milli, is there anything you need, dear?" She asked sweetly and I smile. I don't know what I would do without my Mother.

"Hi Mum, not really I just wanted to speak to Ari." It wasn't hard to hear the worry dripping from my voice.

"Okay I'll go get her." My Mother quickly agreed. I assumed she walked to the nursery because I heard the toy telephone. Hearing the babbling my heart raced, I missed that sound.

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