“Mary, are you really sure about this?” my mother worriedly asked me.
I stared at the plaza where George Sunther had proposed to me. As I recalled the confident promises he had made to me, poised on one knee, all I felt was cold disappointment.
Tightening my grip on my phone, I bit my lip and nodded. However, upon remembering that she couldn’t see me, I hurriedly said, “Mom, I’m sure. Please help me arrange things with the Zowski family.”
My mother’s voice was gentle on the other end of the line. “No matter who you choose, you have to be happy, okay, Mary?”
I blinked, allowing the tears to fall as I nodded seriously. “Don’t worry, Mom.”
I would stay away from those who were unworthy of my time.
It was all over between me and George.
After hanging up the phone, I rushed back home to pack my things.
Only one thought was on my mind right now—I had to leave this house.
The quicker the better, and as far away as I could go.
Just as I headed to the living room to grab the vacuum bags, George returned. Like he usually did, he hugged me from behind before lowering his head to murmur in my ear, “Mary, I know this must be tough on you. Once we get married, I’ll throw you the grandest wedding possible and make you the most beautiful bride in the world!”
Then, he dug out a brochure for wedding locations and flipped to a page. “Would you like a castle-style wedding or a rustic one? How about we do one of each—”
I struggled free of his embrace and interrupted him. “What happened to the wedding plan we already discussed?”
George looked away, unable to meet my gaze. “Winnie really likes that plan, so we’re using that for my wedding with her.”
