He thought I was still the same girl, easily pacified by a simple gesture, content with a token gift.
He didn’t believe that I, the one who had always vowed I would only marry him, could truly refuse him now.
I handed the flowers back to his brother, my voice steady but distant.
"This is for your girlfriend. It wouldn’t feel right for me to keep them."
"Donating blood was my choice. You don’t need to force yourself to marry me."
Sebastian’s face paled, his panic creeping up like a tide he couldn’t stop.
Wasn’t Brianna supposed to be thrilled by this?
Why was she suddenly insisting that I didn’t need to marry her?
Could it be that she was actually angry?
A flicker of confusion flashed in his eyes and he stammered. "Brianna, I..."
Before he could finish, his brothers all coughed in unison, signaling him to backtrack.
He quickly recovered, his voice laced with an edge of desperation.
"Brianna, I always keep my promises."
But I only smiled.
"Hurry up and go be with your girlfriend!"
"I’ll handle the discharge papers now!"
Hearing my calm response, Sebastian’s heart skipped a beat.
There was something different about me today, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.