83 Nice to Meet You

[Diana's POV]

Peeking out the window as I listened to the morning news, I saw the black bulletproof car pulling into the street.

"He's here. See you later Mom," I said as I got off the couch and picked my backpack off the floor. 

"Okay. Diana, tell Bell that he better keep my baby girl safe or else I'll give him a proper beating."

It took a while but Bell and I were able to get my family to understand that there was no animosity between the two of us.

It wasn't his decision to reveal the fact that we had a "friendship" but mine because the guilt continued to eat away at me as they would sometimes speak about him during dinner, calling him terrible names.

The day that he got in front of my parents, dropped down to his knees, and bowed until they forgave him — my heart was pounding so loudly that I was afraid it was going to burst out of my chest.