Viola left the pool area and made her way toward Sebastian's penthouse, believing he would be there, since she hadn't found him anywhere else. On her way to him, she rehearsed everything she wanted to say, how none of what she'd done had been meant to hurt him in any way.
It was almost funny how, just a few hours ago, she'd been the one furious at him, so much so she'd told herself she didn't care whether he got angry in return. But now the roles had reversed so quickly that she would give anything to make him feel less wounded by what she'd done.
