It was as if Cheryl had seen a glimmer of hope. She swallowed hard and continued, “Nola, we were once family. The conflict is over now, and you’ll have to marry someone sooner or later. Instead of marrying a stranger, why not make peace with Sean?”
I stared at her in disbelief.
“You two really know how to play the game,” I said coldly, pushing the jewelry box back toward Cheryl. “If this is all you came here to say, then please leave.”
Seeing my reaction, Cheryl instantly grabbed my hand and started crying, "Nola, please! If I don't accept this gift, Irene will break my neck when I get back..."
I flung her hand away. “Enough with the drama. I’m not falling for it.”
Cheryl looked up, her face streaked with tears. "You're worried, aren't you?"
I frowned, confused. “What are you talking
