Colin halted, glancing back at me. His anger seemed to waver slightly, as if he expected me to back down, like always.
I pointed to the bouquet of red roses on the bedside table, my voice steady as I spoke.
“You remembered wrong. The one thing I hate most in this world is red roses. Take them with you.”
Colin froze, caught off guard by my words. A flash of panic crossed his face—just for a moment—before he tried to cover it.
He opened his mouth as if to argue or explain, but I had already turned my head away, dismissing him without another word.
All I heard were his hurried footsteps as he grabbed the roses and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
Finally, the room fell into silence. I closed my eyes, hoping for some rest after all the chaos.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated on the bedside table. Sighing, I grabbed it and immediately saw a message from Siena.
[Eloise, is Colin with you? Tell him to come back quickly; I want him to make me some porridge.]
I stared at the message, feeling the urge to block her. But as I swiped the screen, my fingers slipped, and I accidentally opened her social media feed instead.