“My dad’s been pushing me to get married. I’m going crazy,” she said dramatically. “I heard you have a boyfriend you’ve been with for years, but still haven’t married. You’re twenty-eight already. Doesn’t your family pressure you? Teach me your secrets. How do you deal with all that nagging?”
Eliza's POV
Everyone at the table turned to look at me, eager for gossip. Even Sean seemed tense.
Yet, I acted as if none of it bothered me.
“Of course, my family pressured me,” I said calmly. “But we already broke up, so I can’t really answer your question.”
The moment the words left my mouth, the air froze.
Several people gave me sympathetic looks while a few closer colleagues joked about introducing me to new guys.
Smiling, I pulled out my phone and agreed. “Sure. Send me their profiles.”
But suddenly, Sean’s glass hit the floor and shattered. Glass shards cut a few thin lines across his hand.
Even so, I only spared him a single glance, then looked away—no longer rushing to fuss over him like I used to.
After that, the mood at the table turned strange. The dinner that started cheerfully ended abruptly and awkwardly.