Susan
When James glanced at the invitations and gave a curt nod, I felt a momentary sense of relief. He didn’t outright refuse.
"Anything else?" he asked, his tone cold and distant. His indifference stung, but I forced myself to keep my composure, biting my lip and softening my gaze to look as pitiful as possible.
"I'm going to take endorsement photos later," I said, my voice deliberately timid. "This is my first endorsement. Can you come with me?"
I watched his face carefully, hoping for even a flicker of warmth. Instead, he seemed distracted, almost annoyed. Yet, when he nodded and said,
"Okay, I have a meeting later," I felt a rush of triumph.
He agreed. That was all that mattered.
"Then I won't bother you anymore," I said with a gentle smile. "See you in the afte
