Chapter 125

• Ember's POV
• I couldn't go back into the banquet feeling the way I felt, and I couldn't see myself, but I was sure my mascara had smeared and I looked like a raccoon.
• Instead, I sat on the first bench I spotted and let the tears fall freely. I could not believe that Paris had hurt me again even after promising things were going to change. But more than all of that, I could not believe that I had believed him. So much so, that I was even beginning to envision a future with him again.