“What do you want?”
My cold tone made Sebastian pause.
“I just want you to understand that Adele and I are just teacher and student. She has a rare talent for racing. I can’t just let that go to waste. I mean, I can’t exactly take you to the racetrack, can I? You don’t know the first thing about it. You’d just embarrass me.”
I didn’t expect him to come and explain himself. But I’d heard all of this before.
The very first time we argued about Adele, he said the same thing.
“You’re just a housewife. You wouldn’t understand the thrill of the race. Don’t twist our relationship with your dirty imagination.”
The memories hit like a thousand tiny bites, each one a sharp sting.
His words echoed in my mind like a broken record.
He reached for my hand, opened his mouth as if to say something.
But before he could speak, Adele’s voice rang out from the other room.
“Sebastian, this wedding dress is gorgeous! Can I have it? I want to wear it too!”
Polly's POV
“Sebastian, this wedding dress is stunning! Can I have it? I want to wear it too!” Adele’s voice rang out as she came bouncing down the stairs.