It's hard for a woman to respect a man who refuses to take any action to solve his problems.
Looking at him felt like a torment. Her heart was beating faster with every second, trying to jump out of her chest. Fear and desire, before unknown, were coming over her like strong, powerful waves, breaking somewhere below her waist.
The only thing remaining was to hang Arina in the Louvre like the Mona Lisa and forget that she was alive.
You are one of those rare women who look beautiful when they cry.
