Clad
She gave it.
She actually said she would give me her blessing to marry her sister—with a smile?
And now, like it's not a big deal, she's downing all the food on her plate, nodding and agreeing with every plan her mother insists on for a wedding even I am not sure will happen. But that is not important right now. What's important is how my head is ringing, my anger surging through my veins. Tell me, what am I supposed to do with her?
