HIS ONLY WOMAN

CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE: HIS ONLY WOMAN LYRA'S POV I looked at the guy next to him, how audacious of him to think that I need his opinion! How stupid of him to speak without being spoken to! Who raises these men, don't they know how to shut up and mind their own goddamn business!. I wiped my eyes with the back of my palm, I could tell that my mascara was running, I could tell that I probably look like some sort of corpse bride because of how black and inky the back of my palm was. Oh God! I just got my heart completely ripped out of my chest and as if that isn't enough, I probably look like the ugliest version of myself right now! I probably look worse than that time on my twentieth birthday when my stupid maid picked a lavender colored evening gown even though I specifically asked for peach. My hair probably looks like shit, like a fucking bird's nest that is probably why this nobody feels like he can speak to me. You know what? I take full responsibility, ot is my fault, I have this stupi