C20 Mad

I can't imagine what happened last night. Or maybe, I don't want to think about it because of shame.

After that, Diego took Don Cleo out to talk to him. Diego made Don Cleo believe that I was already in the room and should not be disturbed anymore.

The next day we were complete at the dinner table. I almost crushed the steak on my plate because Diego stared at me.

I still hate him. Period