Perhaps the air conditioning temperature in the waiting room was set too low, as I felt increasingly chilled to the bone the more I thought about it.
When Ethan reached for my hand, I yanked it away.
I looked up at him steadily. “Get the wedding dress back. I don’t want her wearing it.”
Ethan frowned. “Don’t be difficult, Lou. It’s just a ceremony. We can have ours anytime.”
The downturned corners of his mouth and the irritation in his eyes cut me deeply.
I said to him, “The dress is one thing, but if she wants to hold a wedding ceremony, does the groom have to be you?”
Was Anna merely making outrageous demands using her serious illness as leverage, or had he been emotionally detached all along and was just looking for an excuse?
Perhaps stung by my bluntness, his expression darkened.
Ethan pulled away from me and walked toward the door, tossing his final words over his shoulder.
“Dating you has become completely exhausting. You never consider my dignity and just always insist on making everyone look bad.”
Was I the one not considering his dignity?
Was I truly the one being unreasonable here?
The sound of the door locking snapped me back to reality.
I gathered my skirt and pounded on the door. “I won’t agree to this! The wedding I’ve carefully prepared for and anticipated for so long is not just some ceremony…”
