Adrien*
I waited for her in the car. She came in and sat at the passenger side.
I was not even dare to talk to her, or even look at her. She had her wedding dreams, and I just completely destroyed it last night.
She must feel awful, right now.
Jesus, I asked her for forgiveness; even thought, I was not even in the condition for it. I was the worst of all villians I had ever meet.
'Chat,' she called me, but I did not answer.
'You are forgiven. Please don't beat yourself up for this,' she continued.
I did not reply.
How could she even forgive me?
I drove to Agreste Fashion building and stopped at the main entrance. As I came out of the car, I put on my hood and took my mask off to show them that I was Adrien Agreste. I told the doorman that there was a lady at the passenger side and asked him to park the car for me since I was running late; eventhough, I was not. I told the servicelady next to the doorman to take Mari to an available private VIP lounge and get her some Aspirin. I repeated again that she was an VIP and told them to treat her well. They both nodded understanding what I said and did the work.
I went inside the building and into the studio. I changed and got ready for the photo shoot.
After taking a shot, the photographer became outraged and said I looked like trash. I agreeded with him since I really felt like one and asked for a break.
I took the elevator to the lobby and asked the front desk which room the put Mari in. It was Lounge 2. I made my way there and put on my domino. I was in front of the room, but I could not make myself open the door.
I stood still with my hand on the door knob for almost two minutes, and my phone rang. It was from Mari. I accepted the call, but I did not say anything.
'Chat,' she said, softly. 'Open the damn door and let yourself in!' she commanded loud and clear.
She heard my phone rang. I opened the door, but I did not let myself in or lift my head to see anything.