Chapter 207
“Thank you, Aurora,” she said, though her tone was cooler than I’d expected. Her eyes traveled over me, and the smile faded entirely. “But why on earth didn’t you wear the red dress?”
I blinked, glancing down at my simple attire. “I–I didn’t think it was necessary. It’s your day, Care, not mine,” I said, feeling self–conscious under her sharp gaze.
Her frown deepened, and she shook her head. “Aurora, we gave you that dress for a reason. It’s gorgeous, and it would have looked perfect on you. This…” She gestured vaguely toward me. “This isn’t it. You’re my closest companion here. You should stand out too, not fade into the background.”
I swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. “I didn’t want to draw attention away from you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she snapped, though there was no real malice in her voice–just frustration.
“You couldn’t, even if you tried. But now you’re here, and we don’t have much time. I’m going to
send someone to bring that dress up. I want you to wear it.”
I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose as I faced Caroline. Her stubbornness was relentless, a trait I
admired and despised in equal measure. “Caroline, enough,” I said firmly, my voice carrying the
weight of finality.
“This is your day. Your parents have gone through so much trouble to make it perfect for you, and I
am not about to ruin it by getting into an argument. Do you understand me?”
Her lips pressed into a thin line, her fiery eyes challenging mine, but I held my ground. She opened
her mouth to protest, but I cut her off with a sharp shake of my head.
“No, I won’t hear it. Not another word about this. We’ve already been ove
ozen times, and
shine today is you.
my answer hasn’t changed. This is your day and the only person who need
Your parents-” I paused, taking a breath to keep my tone even,“–have dne so much to make this
day special for you. Please, let me have this dress on. It suits me and it’s comfortable. That’s all I
care about.”
Her arms crossed over her chest, and she looked away, muttering something under her breath that I couldn’t quite catch. I sighed again, softer this time, and reached into my pocket.
“Caroline,” I said, my tone gentler now, “I’m serious. Let’s not fight. I came here to celebrate you,
and that’s what I intend to do.”
I pulled out the tiny box and held it out to her. Her eyes darted to it, and for a moment, I saw her guard drop, replaced by curiosity and something that looked suspiciously like excitement. “This,” I said, placing the box in her hand.
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