Holding back my anger, my only option was to get out of there before I cared what anyone else said and plunged into drowning Lucian in the pool.
With quick strides, I headed for the stairs to leave the terrace. My nose, cheek, and part of my mouth hurt, and I was even a bit dizzy, but the rage at the laughter and the hypocrisy prompted me to go into the first place I saw: the stable.
I started kicking the hay like an angry madwoman.
"Damn Lucien!" I squealed. I hate you!
The horses watched my show. Some looked as if to say: "Hey, crazy, why are you making such a scandal in our house?" The truth is that I seemed hysterical, but if I didn't get it off my chest that way I was going to have a heart attack. I had to release the rage or I would pass out. So I ranted for a few minutes, cursi
