“Lucas, stop getting so angry all the time. We will find her; we have only just started looking. It’s not going to be as easy as us stepping off of the aeroplane and saying ‘Wow, fancy that! Look, there’s Lizzy!’” I say, losing it with him a little. “I know that, but we have been to quite a few hotels already, and nothing. Verona is not that big, Katy,” he states curtly. We are both frustrated and becoming short with one another. I then hear Lucas’s tone soften as he says, “It shouldn’t be this hard,” and I know now he’s calming down. He turns and walks away from me; he looks defeated, but I know he’ll come back fighting. I feel guilty, but I had to have a go at him and put him in his place a bit; he’s been driving me crazy. All morning, he has been moaning and groaning and biting my head off at every little thing I do or say that he doesn’t agree with. God knows how Lizzy puts up with him, but I know he is never like this with her. It’s her not being with him that’s making him this crazy.
