But the thought only deepened the ache in my chest. They had prepared everything so neatly, so meticulously, to build a future that had no place for me.
As I made my way downstairs, Charlotte was waiting for me, her face twisted in a sullen expression. Even on the day I was leaving, she could not resist stirring up trouble.
"Lily," she cried, her voice loud and trembling. "Please, give me back my ring. It is the engagement ring Sylus bought for me five years ago. It was custom-made. You can’t just take it for revenge."
I stared at her, taking in her frail figure. Her face might have resembled mine, but that was where the similarities ended. She was smaller, weaker, like a fragile doll that would break at the slightest touch.
I could not help but smirk. "Move aside, Charlotte," I said coldly. "I did not take your ring."
I pushed past her, but she fell to the floor, crying as though I had shoved her with all my might. "Ow, it hurts! Are you really doing this to punish me? Taking my ring?"
My anger flared, and I spun around to face her. "Charlotte, have you lost your mind? I said I didn’t take it!"