Isabella's POV:
Nothing had changed.
I watched from my window as Damian rode out of the stables on that horse of his. And I thought to myself about how nothing had changed at all.
It has been how long now? And nothing had happened.
Everytime he would look at me apologetically and say something about how it wasn't the best time. And about how he loved me and didn't want to hurt me.
Lies.
I don't know what changed with him, but he wasn't the same anymore.
"Is everything okay miss?" I heard the voice of my maid ask from behind me.
"Get out." I snapped. I'm not in the mood to deal with her perkiness right now.
"I'm sorry my lady," She said and I heard her footsteps recede.
Wait. On second thought...
"Come back." I said and turned away from the mirror to face her. "Get a bag rea
