Adriana's POV

{One Month Later}

I paced about in the living room, rubbing my hands together and constantly glancing towards the staircase. The black slim gown I wore swept the floor as I paced. Today was my father's burial and also the day I finally got to stay beside Diego for a long time.

Ever since the night we slept together, Diego had been distant towards me. He barely talked to me or look at me. Whenever he would come home and see me in the living room, he would walk right past me, ...