Before they left, Felix supported her with exaggerated concern. He still turned back to give me a cold warning.
“I’ll send Tracy home first. If you have any sense, you’ll apologize to her. I might be kind enough to give you a ride.”
His eyes held the same disdain one would show a beggar.
Tracy added her own provocation.
“Ulyssa, don’t blame Felix. He only worried because I’m too delicate.”
“As for the dress, I know you didn’t mean it…”
Before she could finish, I pulled out my phone and called a car.
I didn’t give them a single word and walked away.
Felix’s furious shouting was left behind me.
“Ulyssa, I’m giving you one last chance! Miss it and there won’t be another!”
I never looked back.
His so called last chance sounded like a joke.
Back home, I was packing when Felix called again.
“Ulyssa, I’ll give you extra time.”
“Tracy said as long as you wear the dress she tried earlier and finish the wedding with me, she’ll forgive you immediately.”
His tone was high and mighty, like he was granting me a favor.
I hung up without answering.
Then I found the number hidden at the bottom of my drawer and pressed call.
“You once said you wanted to marry me. Does that still count?”