His disgust hit me like a punch in the gut. I had to take a deep breath and steady myself before I said anything back. "It didn’t need your approval. I’m not marrying you."
The room burst into laughter. Simon’s friends practically doubled over. They laughed so hard.
Of course, they couldn’t resist piling on.
"Simon," one of them yelled, "better watch out! Your fiancée’s about to pull another stunt to get your attention!"
Simon just shook his head, looking more and more annoyed. "Bianca, now you’re trying to play hard to get?"
I couldn’t help but smirk. "With the Hughes family? If I’m not marrying you, who else will marry you?"
He leaned in closer, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Let’s not forget, you’ve been saying since we were kids that you’d marry me. The whole city already thinks you’re mine."
Then, he whispered, "I’ll let this engagement slide, but don’t forget—yeah, I can give you a big wedding, but the marriage license? That’s only for the one I actually want to marry."
I froze. In my past life, Simon had followed through with his family’s plans at this exact moment, and we’d gotten our marriage registered.
'Could it be that he had been reborn, too?'