He said warmly, "Trudy, the designer asked if you prefer pearls or diamonds for the tiara on your wedding dress?”
My mind went to the pearl button on his tuxedo. So, I said softly, "Pearls."
Robert was upset. "What wedding dress tiara are you talking about? Trudy, have you completely lost your mind? Are you seriously having a wedding dress made to force my hand?”
Across the room, Diana covered her mouth, her expression a mix of shock and heartbreak. “Robbie, are you … getting married?”
Robert turned to me and his eyes full of disgust. “Trudy, let me make something very clear. I agreed to an engagement. That’s all. Don’t think you can manipulate me into marrying you with these petty tricks.”
He leaned closer, his voice dripping with disdain. “What were you planning? Wearing a wedding dress to the engagement party to pressure me? Is the Peyton Family that desperate to marry you off? Or is this just how far you’ll go to cling to me?”
I tried to pull my arm free, my voice steady but firm. “Let go off me, Robert. That dress is for my wedding, it has nothing to do with you.”