Anna's POV
“My answer is no,” I say to Dylan, turning on my heels before he can say anything else.
“Anna, wait!” he calls after me.
Before I can walk away, he catches up and grabs my hand. His touch is warm, hesitant, like he’s trying to anchor me in place.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asks, his voice low, worried.
I yank my hand out of his grasp without hesitation. The bouquet of flowers he had handed me slips from his fingers, hitting the floor in a sad, crumpled heap. I don’t feel even the smallest ounce of guilt.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” I say, my voice tight. “I just want you to stop, okay? Stop trying to do this… whatever it is. That girl you’re looking for—it’s not me.”
He looks confused. “What are you talking about?”
“It’s all my fault,” Vanessa says suddenly, ste
