" Love Untitled " ~ The Road Home ~ BOOK SIX

BOOK 6 > Ch. 16 ~ROAD TO TRYING~

Can we start over?

Can we be strangers again?

Let me introduce myself

We can laugh and talk

And relearn what we already know

And come up with new inside jokes

And create new memories

And give each other a second chance

i...

Psyche groaned to herself while slowing walking her way through the main area where the party was held. She decided to blend in with these people, rather than she goes back to her private party with Joie on the West Wing of the palace upstairs. Her feet and soul told her she needed to be alone for a few minutes which would mean not answering any of her best friend's questions. She didn't have the energy yet. Psyche couldn't even begin explaining her own actions to herself and that's the most difficult part of the process.

She couldn't tell if this was all because of Rafa Armand's influence over her when he made a short conversation with her about her brother's torment when she was away, running from her marriage? Or maybe this was just her submitting to the idea that she's a little exhausted about the thought of resentment? Since when did it start?

As far she's concerned, she wanted Richard Armani's heartache, he deserves every bit of bad news and deprivation a fate could send him. That person's life should go straight to the abode of the damned for all the trauma that he caused her. For all the mixed signals that he was sending her way because he knew she's defenseless when it comes to him. For the series of emotional suffering that she didn't have a choice but to swallow it all simply because he was insensitive to even figure out that she was miserable with Diana Elle around, on top of the fact that her heart already accepted that he won't ever love her back in their lifetime. Lastly and most especially, for the mental sorrow that she wasn't qualified for because he didn't give her a chance to put in plain words as to why she did was she had to do when he found out that she schemed a retaliation against the two families.

Psyche embraced herself recognizing that she has too much hatred for Richard Armani and at this point of her life, she couldn't unravel her own decision as to why she can now look at him and feel like she could finally maybe move on with all the ruckus that is happening within her. Does she want to finally forgive and probably forget? She can't tell. She's just going with all the flow. Maybe it's about the damn palace. Or worst, her good for nothing soul and heart acting for her. Taking all things into consideration... it could happen. Who knows. No one knew.

She held herself tighter when the coldest wind of the month waved her way. This was the time of the year where the almost icy breeze of the province was expected given that the party was held at least a few steps away from the frosty river.

Her attention was caught by how the socialite, Madame Olivia Jean, introduced Benedict to the crowd. The monarch was speaking of Benedict as if he belonged to her bloodline, she looked so proud of him, teary-eyed even. This was actually the part where Madame OJ was acquainting her grandson to their alliances, the same set of rich tribes who owns a fat bank account that can actually purchase an archipelago.

Psyche was standing at the mid-corner among the crowd, silently watching Benedict who looked like he's itching to get out of that silly tuxedo.

" Madame, would you care for some Vodka? "

Her attention was caught by one of the waiters who were roaming around, carrying with them trays of different spirits.