Every day, my mom prepared delicious meals, spoiling me until I almost forgot about Shawn entirely.
That was until an unfamiliar number called.
"Have you lost your damn mind, Ayra? Why did you block me? Have I spoiled you too much? All I did was send Clara home, and you’re making a fuss over that?"
I nearly laughed. I had been home for five days—five whole days—and Shawn had only just remembered to contact me.
God knows which warm embrace he had been lost in before now.
"Sending someone home takes five days?" I countered.
There was a brief silence on the other end. Then, he growled, his voice thick with irritation.
"Clara is getting married soon. It’s her last days as a single woman—what’s wrong with me keeping her company? Enough, I’ll come pick you up tonight. Get ready."
Before I could respond, he hung up.
No wonder the man who never wanted to touch me suddenly wanted to marry.
It turned out, his ex-girlfriend was getting married, and he was heartbroken.
I ignored Shawn completely, holding onto my mother’s arm tightly.
This year, I wasn’t going anywhere—I would stay with my family.
Outside, the sound of a car horn echoed through the village.
"Ayra, come out! I’m here to take you home."
