THEY were all silently going crazy with questions, but could not find a single answer to them.
Vincent, on the other hand, shattered his wine glass with his mere grip, unable to take his eyes off them—off Stella, his fiancée. He had every urge to walk up to them and rip her off his embrace. He had every urge to storm out of that hall while dragging her along with him, but he couldn't—he couldn't do a damn thing. So, all he did was watch his hand bleed and gaze with murderous eyes.
But his hate wasn't the only thing spreading around the entire room. Another well-known figure stood, one that was once announced as Valeric's fiancée. All eyes were on her, judging and wondering what was going on. Shouldn't she be the one over there with Valeric? Shouldn't she be the one the man was leaning on? Why was he with another woman when she was standing alone?
Now, they were all entirely confused.