Now, he was breaking with tradition by inviting me to his exhibition. In the past, I would have been thrilled.
Scott seemed taken aback by my refusal, especially since I had expressed a desire to attend his exhibitions many times before.
He bit his lip as if making a monumental effort.
“Lillian, are you really not coming? This exhibition will be broadcast live. I planned to announce our relationship to the world.”
I had dreamed countless times of Scott declaring my presence in a grand, romantic way.
Now, hearing him say it, my heart felt as cold and still as a dead sea.
“Forget it. I’m just a mundane person who doesn’t understand your art. I wouldn’t want to interfere with your future.”
I repeated his words back to him verbatim.
“Lillian, what are you being so dramatic about?”
“Once this opportunity is gone, it won’t come back. Don’t regret it later!”
For the first time, I was standing my ground and repeatedly refusing him.
It finally made him angry and desperate.
Scott, I’m not being dramatic. I’ve simply stopped loving you.
The next morning, Scott surprisingly prepared breakfast.
“Since your hand isn’t up for much, I made something simple. Try it out.”