Daylight arrived faster than Anahi wanted it to. She didn't sleep, how could she after such a mind blowing kiss?

Yawning, she got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

After brushing her teeth and taking a bath, she got out of the bathroom and went towards the mirror.

As she looked at herself, she couldn't help but wonder.

Was this really her?

Or was she seeing someone else's dream in her eyes?

She smiled as her thoughts went back to earlier that morning.

Her Granny always said that morning dreams always came to pass, be it good or bad.

And here she was, her morning dream a kiss yesterday and it happened.

She blushed as she remembered how much control she lost of herself. She'd never imagined, not in this lifetime, that she could be so wanton.

Yet, it happened to her and it was amazing.

She tried to stop smiling, but it seemed as though her face, that was used to mournful expressions was changed to eternal happiness.

Humming to herself, she headed to her closet and took out a purple skirt and a white top. She noticed that her hair was beginning to grow and she combed it.

She'd hoped her hair would grow again, she missed it. It was soft against her fingers.

Taking a purple scarf, she wrapped her head and looked at herself.

"Wow." she said, before heading downstairs.
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Dante was in his office, a mug of black coffee in his hand and newspaper in the other. He looked at the front page only to see that last night's party made front page.

There were pictures of Anahi all over.

He smiled, knowing the photographers couldn't take their eyes off of the brown-skinned beauty.

Oh, just the photographers?

He smiled. He couldn't take his eyes off her either.

He saw the pictures of her dance with Sebastian and gripped the paper tightly.

Sebastian.

That asshole.

He never liked Sebastian, not for anything. Only for Isabelle's sake did he tolerate that arrogant bastard.

But he overdid it when he decided to involve Anahi in his little game.

He only invited him for Isabelle's sake, otherwise the lustful idiot would've been at home, watching the party from his phone.

He didn't get what Isabelle saw in him.

She obviously loved him, otherwise she wouldn't have ignored his flaws (huge flaws).

He shook his head.

Love is blind.

Her love blinded her to the extent where he was sure if Sebastian told her to sell her body for him, she'd do it.

He clenched his fists.

Why was she being so stupid?

She's a Nublas, she should know better than this.

Sebastian has been having a negative influence on her.

He remembered when Isabelle ordered that her room be painted blue.

He knew it was Sebastian's fault.

He remembered how much things Isabelle changed about herself, dyeing her blonde hair brown.

He knew it was his doing.

He made sure he knew every little activity of his little sister.

The parties, the drinking, the skimpy clothes she'd suddenly shown interest in, he knew it was his doing.

He had his sources in her school.

Of course, she'd graduated a month before Anahi arrived.

He knew that Isabelle had her heart set on becoming Mrs. Reignas.

But he'd rather lock her in her room and choose her groom than let her marry that arrogant prick.

As if on cue, Isabelle arrived in his room, her cheeks tear stained and her eyes red and puffy.

She was still crying.

"Sorry Dante." she said, her voice barely audible.

He knew she didn't mean it. He knew her well enough to know that she'd be vengeful.

It was a Nublas thing.

"Dear Isabelle," he said, "if you're not done with Anahi, I'm not done with Sebastian."

She looked at him, her eyes blazing in anger.

He scoffed. "Oh don't look at me like that sister. I know you. I was the one who raised you after our parents' death."

"You will do no such thing!" she yelled.

"Tone it down sis. Spare my Anahi and I'll spare your Sebastian, that is, if he's yours." he said.

"You're wrong! He loves me!"

"Yeah and I love to twerk." he said, earning a glare from her.

"You're wrong."

"Well I have something to tell you. Sebastian doesn't love you, the only person he loves is himself. He pretends to care, he only does it for the kicks."

"No..."

"Oh yes, Isabelle."

She turned to leave.

"I'm not done yet. If you do anything that will hurt Anahi, trust me, as much as I care for you, I'll send you somewhere far away from your 'beloved' Sebastian."

She turned around, fresh tears streaming down her cheek.

"You wouldn't." she says, shaking her head.

"I'm a Nublas, I say what I mean and mean what I say." he said, no trace of remorse left in his face.

"I hate you!" I screamed.

"Only for your own good." he whispered.

She stormed out of the room, shoving Anahi as she stood at the door.

Dante yelled, kicking the table in front of him.

"Mr. Dante?" said Anahi, looking at him in shock.

"Why can't she understand? Sebastian does not love her!" he roared.

Anahi took a step back, not sure if it was the right time to speak to the Duke.

He saw when she stepped away from him.

Like he was some sort of monster.

He turned away, ashamed at his behaviour.

"I want that bastard dead." he said.

Anahi put her arms around him and hugged him.

"You don't mean that, you're just angry that Isabelle doesn't understand you."

He sighed, knowing she was right.

"I'm trying to protect her. I know what's best for her."

"Look at me, Mr Dante." she said.

He pulled away and looked at her.

Her brown eyes were glazed with worry.

Was that worry for him?

She was wearing a white top and a long flowing purple skirt and a purple scarf was tied over her head.

The clothes suited her, hugging her body.

"You look gorgeous." he breathed.

She laughed. "Yeah right, that's not the point. I know you want what's best for Isabelle, but you have to understand that she's grown up."

"She's only eighteen."

"Shut up and listen will you? You and your sister are the same honestly."

He sighed and looked at her.

"Tell me."

"Good, what I was saying was-"

"you have beautiful eyes."

She gave him a look.

"Sorry, go on oh Wise One."

Shaking her head, she looked at him.

"My Granny always used to say that there are three types of people when it comes to learning a lesson. Those who learn from others' experiences; those who have to see it to believe it and lastly, those who have to experience it for themselves. You have to let her learn for herself, otherwise she wouldn't grow up. you can't protect her forever Mr. Dante."

He smiled.

"The two of you are the same age, yet you are so much more mature." he says.

She blushed.
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Aye, Dante love, I see you!

Bleh,

Conflict *sips chai*

So, I know you guys are there, I wanna hear from y'all comment and tell me what you think.

Poor Isabelle... Love is blind and it'll take over your mind...

Anahi is a little owl.

Ta ta!

-Safiello