Chantel’s POV
Please, say yes. Please, say yes.
“That sounds fun, but we will have to decline,” Calypso replied with an annoyingly sweet smile that made me want to rip off her lips from that damn face of hers. “Probably, next time.”
When they attempted to turn their backs on us, I grabbed her arm.
“You already declined my offer years ago. It would truly hurt me if you turn us down the second time,” I said with the hope that she would feel guilty.
However, even before another word leaves her mouth, Jonathan removed my hand from holding onto Calypso. It irked me in a lot of ways.
“We have plenty of time to share a meal. Not just this time, Chantel,” he intervened.
As I watched them leave, I could only clench both my teeth and fists. I was unable to prevent their wedding two years ago
