C8 The Shattered Heart

The clink of the teacup against a saucer echoed in the room as there was no sound in the room. Beatrice leaned back in her chair tapping her foot and

I could hear it resounding but it didn’t distract me from my thoughts. I couldn’t stop thinking about the last few days— the engagement, the betrayal, the realization that everything I thought I knew about Jack was all a lie