Now I was being myself, and the words country girl rolled off his tongue like an accusation. I didn’t blame him for feeling differently. I only resented how time could twist things so easily. His protection had once felt real, and now, so did his betrayal.
Maybe I’d stayed silent for too long.
Derick’s lips pressed together in irritation. “What’s with the attitude? You’re mad again just because a song?”
Becky pretended to defend me, putting on a show. “Oh, come on, that’s not nice. Girls’ heart are delicate. Even a simplest thing could make them upset. You should’ve said that to your fiancé.”
“You’re a girl. But you don’t get upset so easily. What was the deal?” Derick replied.
Becky covered her mouth, laughing quietly. Her eyes gleamed with a smug satisfaction as she glanced at me, savoring her small victory.
I let it go, not wanting to bother exposing her. I didn’t even feel the need. This wedding, this whole thing, was just to fulfill my father’s last wish—to see me settled, happy. As for Derick and whoever he wanted to keep close? I couldn’t bring myself to care anymore.