Jennifer’s POV
As soon as I was out of the hall, I hurried back to the drawing room. Grabbing a brush, I attempted to sketch on my paper, my thoughts consumed by Ryan’s blunt “no.”
He didn’t harbor any feelings for me.
It seemed my affection for him was merely a figment of my imagination.
My thoughts were in turmoil and my brush followed suit. My brush mirrored the chaos within my mind and I couldn’t create anything coherent.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, interrupting my thoughts. I paused, turning towards the door to find Ryan and Tom standing there.
“Thank you, Tom. You can go now,” Ryan dismissed his companion.
Oh no. I had left Ryan alone in the hall. A pang of guilt pricked me, but I suppressed the urge to apologize. Anger and sadness intertwined within me, holding
