Hayden POV
The mall is alive with the hum of weekend shoppers, laughter ricocheting off glossy tile floors and glass storefronts. Strings of fairy lights twinkle overhead, casting a warm glow over the bustling promenade. The scent of cinnamon and fresh bread drifts from the bakery nearby, mixing with the faint buzz of pop music playing from the speakers.
But all of it is lost on me.
My emotions are in turmoil. Why, why, why did I develop feelings for Reeva? With everything I know, even after Greta’s warning, I still do the unthinkable and develop feelings for her. How stupid am I?
And after our conversation at the pack house, I cannot tell her how I feel. She was adamant about her feelings. For her, it is all about gratitude and friendship. She does not harbour secret romantic feelings
