Lyla
I curled up on the comfortable couch in the sitting room, contemplating for maybe the hundredth time what would be my penalty if I killed Ramsey.
I can't believe he hasn't made any effort to try to placate me. He'd gone out a while ago, probably sitting on the terrace like the coward he was.
Nanny finally came into the sitting room carrying a large bowl of freshly popped popcorn, her face creased with concern. "Here you go, dear," she said, settling beside me and offering the bowl. "Are you alright? You've been quiet since morning."
I shook my head, grabbing a handful of popcorn and stuffing it into my mouth with more force than necessary. "I'm trying to justify marrying Ramsey," I said around the kernels, "because it's starting to seem like I made a huge mistake."
Nanny's eyebrows shot up to her hairline. "A mistake? Whatever brought this on?"
