“You’re good enough for anyone. The one who’s not good enough… is me,” Rockwell quickly jumped in, afraid she actually meant what she said—that she wasn’t worthy of him.
Up until this point, Solenne had been silently sitting there, barely noticed.
All eyes were on Rockwell and Chesca, laughing and joking, caught up in their own world. Solenne didn’t even have the right to question him.
To everyone else, she was just his future sister-in-law—his eldest brother’s fiancée. To everyone else, she had nothing to do with Rockwell.
“I’m going to the restroom,” Solenne said quietly.
But Rockwell didn’t even glance her way. All his attention was still on Chesca.
Seeing this, Solenne forced a faint smile, got up on her own, and walked away.
Chesca had noticed. The corners of her lips curved upward ever so slightly. She excused herself, saying she also needed the restroom, and followed behind Solenne.
When Solenne came out, she found Chesca standing by the sink, clearly waiting for her.
“Do you need something?” Solenne asked, her expression calm and unreadable.
Chesca smiled.
It was a smile laced with superiority, with mockery, and a hint of victory.