It was the day of the Luna Festival and I couldn’t have been more drained. My body ached from non stop rehearsals, my mind was numb from dealing with Cate’s taunts, and my heart longed for Lorenzo.
Days had gone by since the last time we spoke, our forbidden encounter the other night weighed heavily on me — but not as heavily as the last words I spoke to him. I couldn’t believe I told him I hated him, because as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I truly didn’t hate him.
It had crushed me when I discovered what had happened between us, but only because I knew we had broken a sacred bond. I would have otherwise had no regrets doing that with Lorenzo, and in fact I’d silently hoped we would be able to be intimate in that way someday. But it was all too soon and for all the wrong
reasons.
