Viola.

I stormed out of the dancing room in tears, my heart shattering, but Mathew pulled my hand to stop me mid-stride, his touch surprisingly gentle now. He said softly to me, his voice laced with regret. "Viola... I'm sorry, baby-really, I lost it back there. Forgive me?"

But it wasn't that easy to accept his apology after such a massive humiliation in front of everyone-the trainer on the floor, guards staring, maids whispering.

After all that yelling and shoving, how could I just brush ...