It wasn’t as if he didn’t know what I wanted.
I majored in fashion design.
Back in college, I had already sketched, sewn and perfected a wedding dress meant only for me.
And I had told him, so many times, I wanted to marry him in the dress I had created.
And now… was he truly going to stand by and let his parents scheme while shattering my dream with his own hands?
Doubt gnawed at me, creeping into every corner of my mind, unraveling the last threads of trust I had left.
After that night, I packed my things and moved back to my mom’s place.
Life carried on. I went to work every day, stuck to my routine, never missing a beat.
After all, I wasn’t the one who should be panicking.
And sure enough…
A week passed before someone finally cracked.
Just before the end of my shift, my phone buzzed with a string of messages.
[Aurelia, I’ll pick you up after work. My mom made all your favorite dishes.]
Anthony rarely took me home unless it was for something important.
This time, it was clear he hadn’t come up with this on his own.
After a moment of thought, I typed a single word in reply.
[Okay.]
One way or another, I deserved an explanation.