My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Her face was ashen; it seemed like she did remember. She was quiet, so I carried on talking, "Everything he used to have was either black or white. His house, his cars, his clothes, and even his underwear were all black."

"Three years ago, I renovated the Ucrebury villa. You said that he decorated it based on what you liked. That villa was black and white. Don't you feel depressed living in it? Look at the villa now. It's bright and warm. This is how a home should look and feel like. When I came back from Hovell, he held me in his arms and told me he continued living here for four years when I was gone because he could feel my presence here which helped him sleep."

"Arianna, you're shameless!" Her eyes were red as she jeered.

I was amused and added, "Shameless?" I pointed to the kitchen and said with a faint smile, "Do you know how gentle his eyes were whenever he looked back at me while he was cooking? Do you know what he said to me while he waited for the soup to boil?"

composure calm. Her face twisted

"Arianna, how can you be so

arranged. "Shameless? What do you mean by "shameless"? You've lingered around for so many years like a pest, pushing my buttons over and over again. Aren't you the shameless one? Take a good look at this bed.

an attempt to slap me, but I held her down. I forced her to look at everything in the room. With a finger pointed at the closet, I said, "Look at all the clothes and jewelry in the closet.

I saw how she was on the verge of collapsing from rage, I grinned

and think about it. What did Hendrix ever give you? How much love did he actually give you?" Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh

able to get rid of me. As long as I don't let go, I will always