"You sure you won't come with me?" I asked as I put on my earrings.
I was in a video call with Gin while preparing for my agenda for today, I will attend the opening day of the art gallery where I saw a few of Dion's paintings. Since the day that I saw it, I was even more conflicted. Not just that, I also started to be easily irritated with everyone, especially Gin. If I wasn't in the mood today, I would probably be annoyed at his response.
He shook his head, "I'm really sorry, sweetheart. I have a meeting with an investor today. I couldn't attend with you."
Worry was written on his face, probably because he was thinking that I might be mad at him again and lash out, which I have been doing for the last few days. The thought of Dion might be indeed alive and just doesn't want to
