Harrison let out a breath of relief. When he spoke to me again, his tone had softened considerably.
"Tilda, why aren't you saying anything? Hurry up and apologize to Claudia."
I clenched my fists, furious at myself for liking and commenting in the first place.
But I hadn't done anything wrong. Why should I apologize?
"Harrison, what if I say no?"
He faltered for a second, then raised his voice in disbelief.
"Tilda, keep this up and you're going to embarrass yourself! Claudia is pregnant. Her emotions are fragile enough as it is, and you deliberately made her cry. Do you have any sense at all?"
"Fine, don't apologize then. But you'd better make up for it with action. Go tell our friends and family right now that you're the one who called off the wedding!"
As if terrified I'd refuse, he hung up immediately.
Then he sent me a text:
Tilda, I'm begging you, please stop making a fuss. I'm just getting a marriage certificate with Claudia. It's a piece of paper, nothing more. It doesn't mean anything. Canceling the wedding is just so we can save your dream wedding for the perfect moment.
Those familiar words stung my eyes until they burned.
The perfect moment.